August is the Sunday of months- aka the time to read like your life depends on it. Here are my favorite tales I’ve torn through lately- what are you reading? #LDbookclub
August is the Sunday of months- aka the time to read like your life depends on it. Here are my favorite tales I’ve torn through lately- what are you reading? #LDbookclub
August is the Sunday of months- aka the time to read like your life depends on it. Here are my favorite tales I’ve torn through lately- what are you reading? #LDbookclub
August is the Sunday of months- aka the time to read like your life depends on it. Here are my favorite tales I’ve torn through lately- what are you reading? #LDbookclub
August is the Sunday of months- aka the time to read like your life depends on it. Here are my favorite tales I’ve torn through lately- what are you reading? #LDbookclub
August is the Sunday of months- aka the time to read like your life depends on it. Here are my favorite tales I’ve torn through lately- what are you reading? #LDbookclub
August is the Sunday of months- aka the time to read like your life depends on it. Here are my favorite tales I’ve torn through lately- what are you reading? #LDbookclub
I didn’t leave bed most of 2018. At 32, I wasn’t sure I ever would. Everything hurt, and even though I wasn’t a child I was too young to know that pain (physical & emotional) doesn’t last forever. Life changed. One chapter was over and I hadn’t figured out what the next would look like, or how to meet it in a way that didn’t cause me harm. That’s when Ingrid was thrust into my arms. She was (and remains) the only creature I know who likes bed as much as I do. Together, we watched all of Bachelor in Paradise (she loves Joe the grocer) and tried to plot our shared dreams as two girls whose health hasn’t always handed us the best deal. In the time we spent healing, we realized that as much as we enjoyed being cozy one on one, we wanted to be a part of the world. Since then we’ve limped around America, lived in a trailer in Malibu and a stone turret in Wales, moved across the ocean, expanded our family, been on a dozen film/TV sets, spent countless hours writing & shotlisting, painting & reading, splitting snacks and whispering sweet nothings. Sometimes I look at her and think that the day she walked into my apartment was the day my real life began. When I was a kid I had an imaginary friend- it was combo bat-cat with a dog’s nose, and it flew around the room checking for trouble. So she’s always been with me. My familiar. Even if instead of flying, she drags her butt a bit. Every little thing she does is magic, and she helped me refind that in myself. @mattpwolf took this pic on one of the hardest days (you can see the heating pad, but not the scars under the sweatshirt or the tailbone that Ingrid was born without. Not just tail- tail *bone.*) I wish I could’ve told those girls that someday we’d remember that summer differently- as the start to a new way of living, one in which we accepted our limitations but also decided to defy them. Ingrid is on top of me as I type, 25 pounds heavier (but then again, so am I- if she’s gonna grow then I wanna try it too!) I hope that whatever your summer holds- whether indoors or out, carefree or heavy- you have someone or something you love to remind you of where you’re heading, and to fly alongside you all the way there.
Our country may not be run by childless cat ladies (yet…) but this company sure is. And we wouldn’t have it any other way 🙏 Photo by @harleyweir for @marfajournal
Hello! Ingrid Dunham Felber is out of office for the summer. If you need anything asap, please reach out to one of her six loyal assistants, her publicist or her massage therapist and someone will get back to you ASAP. Best wishes and see you back in the office this fall! Love, Team Ingrid
🙏 @newyorkermag @rachsyme ✍️ and @charlottehadden 📸 (plus @infinitealterity for intuiting the right cape, always, and @amanda.grossman and @kenorourke1 for the full beat.) It was a joy chatting about the projects I’m working on and it’s always a surprising gift to be asked questions that make you expand not contract. I got the chance to reflect in ways that sent me back to work with a hot new summer POV.
🙏 @newyorkermag @rachsyme ✍️ and @charlottehadden 📸 (plus @infinitealterity for intuiting the right cape, always, and @amanda.grossman and @kenorourke1 for the full beat.) It was a joy chatting about the projects I’m working on and it’s always a surprising gift to be asked questions that make you expand not contract. I got the chance to reflect in ways that sent me back to work with a hot new summer POV.
Challengers 2 Thank you to my movie father and forever friend @stephenfryactually for this once in a lifetime joy… Outfit: @newbottega styled by @infinitealterity
Challengers 2 Thank you to my movie father and forever friend @stephenfryactually for this once in a lifetime joy… Outfit: @newbottega styled by @infinitealterity
Challengers 2 Thank you to my movie father and forever friend @stephenfryactually for this once in a lifetime joy… Outfit: @newbottega styled by @infinitealterity
Challengers 2 Thank you to my movie father and forever friend @stephenfryactually for this once in a lifetime joy… Outfit: @newbottega styled by @infinitealterity
I’ve said it before on the app and I’ll say it again: I experience the sun as pressure. It’s been so many damned years since I was the kid who ached (literally and figuratively) when thrown into the girl eat girl world of summer camp, who wept if she had to sit in a wet bathing suit or had sticky popsicle on her hands, who fought tooth and nail to be allowed to stay indoors and read as her sole summer activity but was told that healthy people do healthy things. I still remember the notebook I brought to day camp with me- it had a drowning Ophelia on the cover, which seemed extremely poetic to me as I avoided the lake and filled it with bad poetry. Some people realize with delight once they’re out of their childhood home that they can eat dessert before dinner, that they can dance in the nude or stay up until 5am, whatever forbidden pleasure alluded them under parental rule. For me, it’s that my summer fun can be stealing away with a book, even (or especially) when the world says it’s time to frolic. The luck and luxury of having a job where I write, only to use so many of my non working hours to read, is one I’ll never get over. Reading and writing- they go together like peanut butter and jelly, like dogs and duvets, like Jay-Z and Beyoncé. Here are some of my summer 2024 reads- all thought provoking, page turning, divinely personal- and all my favorite kind, the ones that make me want to write. Wishing you a summer of happy reading and- if the outdoors is your thang- bathing suits that dry quickly in the sun ☀️ 👙 📕 Miss May Does Not Exist by @carriecourogen Everything Nothing Someone by @firsteditionalice Consent by Jill Ciment Widow Basquiat by @jenniferclementauthor You Get What You Pay For by @morganapple0 Nothing Natural by Jenny Diski No Judgement by @lawandoyler Stash by @lauracathcartrobbins Love Junkie by Robert Plunket
I’ve said it before on the app and I’ll say it again: I experience the sun as pressure. It’s been so many damned years since I was the kid who ached (literally and figuratively) when thrown into the girl eat girl world of summer camp, who wept if she had to sit in a wet bathing suit or had sticky popsicle on her hands, who fought tooth and nail to be allowed to stay indoors and read as her sole summer activity but was told that healthy people do healthy things. I still remember the notebook I brought to day camp with me- it had a drowning Ophelia on the cover, which seemed extremely poetic to me as I avoided the lake and filled it with bad poetry. Some people realize with delight once they’re out of their childhood home that they can eat dessert before dinner, that they can dance in the nude or stay up until 5am, whatever forbidden pleasure alluded them under parental rule. For me, it’s that my summer fun can be stealing away with a book, even (or especially) when the world says it’s time to frolic. The luck and luxury of having a job where I write, only to use so many of my non working hours to read, is one I’ll never get over. Reading and writing- they go together like peanut butter and jelly, like dogs and duvets, like Jay-Z and Beyoncé. Here are some of my summer 2024 reads- all thought provoking, page turning, divinely personal- and all my favorite kind, the ones that make me want to write. Wishing you a summer of happy reading and- if the outdoors is your thang- bathing suits that dry quickly in the sun ☀️ 👙 📕 Miss May Does Not Exist by @carriecourogen Everything Nothing Someone by @firsteditionalice Consent by Jill Ciment Widow Basquiat by @jenniferclementauthor You Get What You Pay For by @morganapple0 Nothing Natural by Jenny Diski No Judgement by @lawandoyler Stash by @lauracathcartrobbins Love Junkie by Robert Plunket
I’ve said it before on the app and I’ll say it again: I experience the sun as pressure. It’s been so many damned years since I was the kid who ached (literally and figuratively) when thrown into the girl eat girl world of summer camp, who wept if she had to sit in a wet bathing suit or had sticky popsicle on her hands, who fought tooth and nail to be allowed to stay indoors and read as her sole summer activity but was told that healthy people do healthy things. I still remember the notebook I brought to day camp with me- it had a drowning Ophelia on the cover, which seemed extremely poetic to me as I avoided the lake and filled it with bad poetry. Some people realize with delight once they’re out of their childhood home that they can eat dessert before dinner, that they can dance in the nude or stay up until 5am, whatever forbidden pleasure alluded them under parental rule. For me, it’s that my summer fun can be stealing away with a book, even (or especially) when the world says it’s time to frolic. The luck and luxury of having a job where I write, only to use so many of my non working hours to read, is one I’ll never get over. Reading and writing- they go together like peanut butter and jelly, like dogs and duvets, like Jay-Z and Beyoncé. Here are some of my summer 2024 reads- all thought provoking, page turning, divinely personal- and all my favorite kind, the ones that make me want to write. Wishing you a summer of happy reading and- if the outdoors is your thang- bathing suits that dry quickly in the sun ☀️ 👙 📕 Miss May Does Not Exist by @carriecourogen Everything Nothing Someone by @firsteditionalice Consent by Jill Ciment Widow Basquiat by @jenniferclementauthor You Get What You Pay For by @morganapple0 Nothing Natural by Jenny Diski No Judgement by @lawandoyler Stash by @lauracathcartrobbins Love Junkie by Robert Plunket
I’ve said it before on the app and I’ll say it again: I experience the sun as pressure. It’s been so many damned years since I was the kid who ached (literally and figuratively) when thrown into the girl eat girl world of summer camp, who wept if she had to sit in a wet bathing suit or had sticky popsicle on her hands, who fought tooth and nail to be allowed to stay indoors and read as her sole summer activity but was told that healthy people do healthy things. I still remember the notebook I brought to day camp with me- it had a drowning Ophelia on the cover, which seemed extremely poetic to me as I avoided the lake and filled it with bad poetry. Some people realize with delight once they’re out of their childhood home that they can eat dessert before dinner, that they can dance in the nude or stay up until 5am, whatever forbidden pleasure alluded them under parental rule. For me, it’s that my summer fun can be stealing away with a book, even (or especially) when the world says it’s time to frolic. The luck and luxury of having a job where I write, only to use so many of my non working hours to read, is one I’ll never get over. Reading and writing- they go together like peanut butter and jelly, like dogs and duvets, like Jay-Z and Beyoncé. Here are some of my summer 2024 reads- all thought provoking, page turning, divinely personal- and all my favorite kind, the ones that make me want to write. Wishing you a summer of happy reading and- if the outdoors is your thang- bathing suits that dry quickly in the sun ☀️ 👙 📕 Miss May Does Not Exist by @carriecourogen Everything Nothing Someone by @firsteditionalice Consent by Jill Ciment Widow Basquiat by @jenniferclementauthor You Get What You Pay For by @morganapple0 Nothing Natural by Jenny Diski No Judgement by @lawandoyler Stash by @lauracathcartrobbins Love Junkie by Robert Plunket
I’ve said it before on the app and I’ll say it again: I experience the sun as pressure. It’s been so many damned years since I was the kid who ached (literally and figuratively) when thrown into the girl eat girl world of summer camp, who wept if she had to sit in a wet bathing suit or had sticky popsicle on her hands, who fought tooth and nail to be allowed to stay indoors and read as her sole summer activity but was told that healthy people do healthy things. I still remember the notebook I brought to day camp with me- it had a drowning Ophelia on the cover, which seemed extremely poetic to me as I avoided the lake and filled it with bad poetry. Some people realize with delight once they’re out of their childhood home that they can eat dessert before dinner, that they can dance in the nude or stay up until 5am, whatever forbidden pleasure alluded them under parental rule. For me, it’s that my summer fun can be stealing away with a book, even (or especially) when the world says it’s time to frolic. The luck and luxury of having a job where I write, only to use so many of my non working hours to read, is one I’ll never get over. Reading and writing- they go together like peanut butter and jelly, like dogs and duvets, like Jay-Z and Beyoncé. Here are some of my summer 2024 reads- all thought provoking, page turning, divinely personal- and all my favorite kind, the ones that make me want to write. Wishing you a summer of happy reading and- if the outdoors is your thang- bathing suits that dry quickly in the sun ☀️ 👙 📕 Miss May Does Not Exist by @carriecourogen Everything Nothing Someone by @firsteditionalice Consent by Jill Ciment Widow Basquiat by @jenniferclementauthor You Get What You Pay For by @morganapple0 Nothing Natural by Jenny Diski No Judgement by @lawandoyler Stash by @lauracathcartrobbins Love Junkie by Robert Plunket
I’ve said it before on the app and I’ll say it again: I experience the sun as pressure. It’s been so many damned years since I was the kid who ached (literally and figuratively) when thrown into the girl eat girl world of summer camp, who wept if she had to sit in a wet bathing suit or had sticky popsicle on her hands, who fought tooth and nail to be allowed to stay indoors and read as her sole summer activity but was told that healthy people do healthy things. I still remember the notebook I brought to day camp with me- it had a drowning Ophelia on the cover, which seemed extremely poetic to me as I avoided the lake and filled it with bad poetry. Some people realize with delight once they’re out of their childhood home that they can eat dessert before dinner, that they can dance in the nude or stay up until 5am, whatever forbidden pleasure alluded them under parental rule. For me, it’s that my summer fun can be stealing away with a book, even (or especially) when the world says it’s time to frolic. The luck and luxury of having a job where I write, only to use so many of my non working hours to read, is one I’ll never get over. Reading and writing- they go together like peanut butter and jelly, like dogs and duvets, like Jay-Z and Beyoncé. Here are some of my summer 2024 reads- all thought provoking, page turning, divinely personal- and all my favorite kind, the ones that make me want to write. Wishing you a summer of happy reading and- if the outdoors is your thang- bathing suits that dry quickly in the sun ☀️ 👙 📕 Miss May Does Not Exist by @carriecourogen Everything Nothing Someone by @firsteditionalice Consent by Jill Ciment Widow Basquiat by @jenniferclementauthor You Get What You Pay For by @morganapple0 Nothing Natural by Jenny Diski No Judgement by @lawandoyler Stash by @lauracathcartrobbins Love Junkie by Robert Plunket
I’ve said it before on the app and I’ll say it again: I experience the sun as pressure. It’s been so many damned years since I was the kid who ached (literally and figuratively) when thrown into the girl eat girl world of summer camp, who wept if she had to sit in a wet bathing suit or had sticky popsicle on her hands, who fought tooth and nail to be allowed to stay indoors and read as her sole summer activity but was told that healthy people do healthy things. I still remember the notebook I brought to day camp with me- it had a drowning Ophelia on the cover, which seemed extremely poetic to me as I avoided the lake and filled it with bad poetry. Some people realize with delight once they’re out of their childhood home that they can eat dessert before dinner, that they can dance in the nude or stay up until 5am, whatever forbidden pleasure alluded them under parental rule. For me, it’s that my summer fun can be stealing away with a book, even (or especially) when the world says it’s time to frolic. The luck and luxury of having a job where I write, only to use so many of my non working hours to read, is one I’ll never get over. Reading and writing- they go together like peanut butter and jelly, like dogs and duvets, like Jay-Z and Beyoncé. Here are some of my summer 2024 reads- all thought provoking, page turning, divinely personal- and all my favorite kind, the ones that make me want to write. Wishing you a summer of happy reading and- if the outdoors is your thang- bathing suits that dry quickly in the sun ☀️ 👙 📕 Miss May Does Not Exist by @carriecourogen Everything Nothing Someone by @firsteditionalice Consent by Jill Ciment Widow Basquiat by @jenniferclementauthor You Get What You Pay For by @morganapple0 Nothing Natural by Jenny Diski No Judgement by @lawandoyler Stash by @lauracathcartrobbins Love Junkie by Robert Plunket
I’ve said it before on the app and I’ll say it again: I experience the sun as pressure. It’s been so many damned years since I was the kid who ached (literally and figuratively) when thrown into the girl eat girl world of summer camp, who wept if she had to sit in a wet bathing suit or had sticky popsicle on her hands, who fought tooth and nail to be allowed to stay indoors and read as her sole summer activity but was told that healthy people do healthy things. I still remember the notebook I brought to day camp with me- it had a drowning Ophelia on the cover, which seemed extremely poetic to me as I avoided the lake and filled it with bad poetry. Some people realize with delight once they’re out of their childhood home that they can eat dessert before dinner, that they can dance in the nude or stay up until 5am, whatever forbidden pleasure alluded them under parental rule. For me, it’s that my summer fun can be stealing away with a book, even (or especially) when the world says it’s time to frolic. The luck and luxury of having a job where I write, only to use so many of my non working hours to read, is one I’ll never get over. Reading and writing- they go together like peanut butter and jelly, like dogs and duvets, like Jay-Z and Beyoncé. Here are some of my summer 2024 reads- all thought provoking, page turning, divinely personal- and all my favorite kind, the ones that make me want to write. Wishing you a summer of happy reading and- if the outdoors is your thang- bathing suits that dry quickly in the sun ☀️ 👙 📕 Miss May Does Not Exist by @carriecourogen Everything Nothing Someone by @firsteditionalice Consent by Jill Ciment Widow Basquiat by @jenniferclementauthor You Get What You Pay For by @morganapple0 Nothing Natural by Jenny Diski No Judgement by @lawandoyler Stash by @lauracathcartrobbins Love Junkie by Robert Plunket
