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It’s pub day for my latest co-write! This cookbook, The Ranch Table, written with Magnolia Network star Elizabeth Poett, is particularly dear to me because Elizabeth has been one of my closest friends since kindergarten. Helping her share her story has been an absolute joy (and a fantastic excuse to get on the phone with her every few days), and I can’t wait for the world to enjoy her gorgeous recipes and learn about life on her family ranch.

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This Article was originally published by Khaled Beydoun in the Harvard Law Review. The preface is featured below. Click here to read the full Article. “My only consolation is that periods of colonization pass, that nations sleep only for a time, and that peoples remain.” — Aimé Césaire Journalist: The law’s often inconvenient, Colonel. Colonel Mathieu: And those who explode bombs in public places, do they respect the law perhaps?

Hello! If this is your first time reading my newsletter: thank you for popping by – you’re more than welcome here. If you’re returning, welcome back! Thank you to everyone who read and shared last week’s dispatch. I received lovely, touching, and affirming feedback on it. It’s all very much appreciated. Today’s dispatch has me back in the kitchen, looking into a bit of food history, as part of the Dumpling Trail, this time in Uzbekistan for beef samsas.

Last week I broke I mug I really like. It was blue with a gold band around the rim, one of the mugs I’d wrapped in a t-shirt and packed into a suitcase I carried with me when we moved from England to Washington DC last summer. I was annoyed with myself when I broke that mug, because I was in a rush, excited after packing to leave for spring break in California; I’d balanced the mug on East of Eden by John Steinbeck and Where I Was From Joan Didion, two classic west Coast texts I’ve taken on holiday.

When I was curating the Toddler-in-Chief thread on Twitter and adapting it into The Toddler in Chief, I leaned pretty hard on Maggie Haberman’s reporting for the New York Times. I literally said, “Maggie Haberman’s reportage… is all over that thread.” This should be unsurprising: Haberman had covered Trump since his tabloid real estate days and her tabloid New York Post days. What is a little surprising is the vitriol that Haberman currently inspires on social media.

Welcome to another edition of On The Other Side! For this week’s edition, we interviewed the very fabulous J.T. Brown!   J.T. Brown is a former NHL player who played for the NHL and in Sweden (HockeyAllsvenskan). After retiring in August 2021, he became a color analyst for the Seattle Kraken, working with a formidable team including John Forlund and Eddie Olzyck. As part of our intros, we usually include a zodiac sign prediction, but lol, he has a whole Wiki page, so let’s jump straight into it!

Meet our next creator, Lyz Lenz: Lyz Lenz Age: 39* Kids: Two children Location: Cedar Rapids, Iowa  Title: Journalist, author Substack: Men Yell at Me Website: lyzlenz.com*Age at time of interviewLyz contains a very special combination of bravery and doesn’t-give-a-fuck-ness. Sometimes this results in her sticking to her journalistic integrity and standing up to the GOP in her red state of Iowa. Sometimes it results in her blowing up her life, divorcing her husband (after being raised evangelical), in order to create the right life for herself and her family.

Yesterday, my dear friends Joe and Margo Posnanski told me about a beautiful little Easter egg in a Dr. Rick commercial. You’ve probably seen these commercials—they’re the ones where Dr. Rick (“world-renowned parental life coach”) is trying to help people who have turned into their parents. They’re the people who buy a new shirt exactly the same as the one they’re wearing, the ones who wonder out loud how the candle store is making any money, the ones who Velcro their remote to the coffee table, because you know how those remotes just love to wander off.