All posts tagged: Tears

Tears of What, Exactly? Taking My Daughter to College

(Photo: Courtesy of Dori Fern) The crying jags started the day my daughter Amira turned 18.  All of her best girlfriends came over for dinner. They are friends she’s had since elementary school, a couple from high school and a few others from camp who came all the way to Brooklyn from upstate New York and Connecticut just to celebrate her birthday. There was a big strawberry shortcake and a strawberry cheesecake, because I couldn’t decide which one to make, and one of her friends made her a headband with a strawberry on top. Strawberries are her favorite. When Amira blew out the candles, I realized this would likely be the last time all these beautiful, wonderful girls would be together.  Girls I’ve watched grow up into women.  I cried watching her blow out the candles, which was sappy and sentimental and I hate being so… obvious, but I couldn’t help myself. Two months and a day later, Amira left before dawn to drive down to college in New Orleans with her father and stepmother and …

The TueDo List: Weepy Tunes, Tearjerkers and Cathartic Yoga

When was the last time I cried? Yesterday. A friend was so kind to me and so empathetic about something that I was experiencing that I let the tears come and didn’t stop until I was good and done, thank you very much. Sometimes it’s the best and healthiest thing I can do for myself, before I dust myself off, fix up my lipstick and move on. So pass the tissues, please – and never underestimate the healing power of a good cry. Just don’t let it last all weekend. Crying Songs If you like your music with a chorus of tears, two recent releases will hook you up. I heard an unfamiliar Sarah McLachlan song in a store recently, and when it immediately bummed me out I had to admit I admired her decades-long commitment to depressing music, even if I dive for the remote every time I hear her start to sing “Angel”. I have seen those puppies one too many times, can’t lie. Her May release Shine On  ($11.88, Amazon) kicks off with …

Why New York City Is the Best City for Crying

(Photo: Stuart Richards/Flickr) New York, they say, is cruel. It’ll chew you up and spit you out. Quite often, “they” are dead on. Says the city: Sorry, you can’t have this apartment. Or that one. And don’t even THINK about that one there. The dating pool? That’s not for you, girl. That’s Chelsea. You jump in over HERE, right between the Ashley Madison guys and the Amish gentlemen violently allergic to cheese and shellfish. No, no, no, normcore. You’re too old, honey. You’re lucky, though. I’m sure you really like that cool job you have. You’re so happy I bet you won’t even see it coming when they downsize. Remember: Layoffs happen just before the holidays. Remember when it happens, we told you so. Sometimes it feels like this place really has it in for us. The other thing they say about New York? The people won’t bat an eye if they see something situationally askew. Naked man eating a banana in the Village? That’s not news. Giant bear bounding out of a Central Park …

Something to Cry About (Even If It’s Over a Honeybun)

(Photo: TueNight) Keep crying and I’ll give you something to cry about. Whatever. I cried anyway. I was that kid. I was that teenager. I am that adult. I tend to cry. I cry when I’m microwaving an Entenmann’s glazed honey bun — it reminds me of high school, of my grandmother being young and mean, of thinking I knew my mom well when I didn’t, of distrusting my stepfather who I now trust with my life, and of my sister who I still shared a room with, and who knew every tiny thing about me. She doesn’t know every tiny thing about me now. I eat my honey bun standing up in front of the microwave, slicing it with the side of the fork. Tongue all sugar-burnt, and calories flourishing, I cry. I wipe my face. I take my ass to the gym. “Every once in a while, everyone needs a ‘good cry’.” But that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that crying for me is as regular as smiling. I don’t reserve tears. …

The Last Time I Cried

(Graphic: Nancy Gonzalez/TueNight) I am a crier. I can’t sing the national anthem without getting that familiar knot in my throat. I’m not particularly patriotic, but I have to forcefully squash down my tears by thinking about something actually sad like an old dog dying. Seriously. I know that sounds crazy, like I should be crying about the dog not the dang flag, but it’s all those people standing together, the vibrations of humans in harmony, that gets me every. single. time. Of course there are the more depressing reasons I cry — a fight with a friend, the loss of someone close, the loss of many, seemingly far away. Thinking about the various times we weep, I’ve been curious about the mix of reasons for it — the momentary tear, the ugly cry, the long, sobbing jags. So over the course of a day, I asked some of our contributors and colleagues: when was the last time you cried? The answers are multifarious and give a glimpse into the big moments, strange triggers and little everyday …

Second-Time Travel: Santorini, Greece

The stunning cliffs of Santorini. (Photo: Jennifer Hill) I love the Mediterranean Sea. Ever since I visited for the first time as a high school foreign exchange student, summer has never felt the same without a trip to this part of the world. The brilliant sunshine, chill attitude of the locals, delicious food and long summer nights are my idea of paradise. A visit to Greece is a magnificent way to experience the Mediterranean. The amazing cliffside architecture is a marvel — the dizzying, white washed buildings glitter brilliantly at different times of day. (Given the rocky terrain, it’s not for young children.) Find a favored travel partner who is comfortable just relaxing and appreciating the scenery, or visit on your own. The breathtaking views, delicious food and warm Greek hospitality make it hard to leave. Since a flight transfer from Athens is essential, spend a couple of extra days in one of civilization’s capitals to see history for yourself. Where to Stay This is the most important decision of your trip. Every part of the …

Margit’s Note: We’re Getting All Emotional

Over what? The national anthem. This commercial. That time you truly didn’t hear what I said… Crying heals the soul. It uncorks the pain. But even in tears of joy, we feel spent and exhausted; a piece of us remains gutted, on the carpet.  So it is with trepidation that we ask you to join us in a good cry this week. (We’re feeling a bit like Barbara Walters.) I asked 19 women — when was the last time you cried? Danyel Smith might give you something to cry about. Susan Linney is still learning how to cry. Helen Jane shares a glassy-eyed gift from her mother. Jennifer Hill takes a Second Time Travel trip to Santorini, Greece. It’s so beautiful, she might just cry. Jody Jones maps the top places to cry in NYC. And Bethanne Patrick shares two tear jerkers in Front to Backlist. Handing you a tissue, Margit (Photo: Lauren C/Flickr)