skirt! magazine savannah - august 2012

A U G U S TSavannah, GA

Cover copy by Nikki Hardin, art by Traci Daberko

“When summer gathers up her robes of glory, And, like a dream, glides away.”

Sarah Helen Whitman

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Take one last taste of summer this month. One last juicy

bite of freedom before saying hello to

carpools and pool closings, farewell to a

Friday frame of mind

Practice being sultry.

all week long. Wear your darkest movie

star shades before the sun sets off on its

world tour. Let homework hassles be a

distant dream while you study the ice

melting in your drink. Find a dive and

rock the joint. Dance to the jukebox

like the girl you used to be. Dress

like Frida Kahlo under the Mexican

sun. Postpone and procrastinate.

Surf your own couch through the

perfect wave of a dappled green

Sunday morning. Purr in a patch

of fading sunlight. Befriend your

freckles. May the grass kiss your

bare feet with abandon before you

have to buckle up and buckle down.

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The Lessons Issue

Publisher

Nikki Hardin

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Art Director

Caitilin McPhillips

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National Editor

Margaret Pilarski

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Savannah Editor

Elena Fodera

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Advertising Director

Jane Townsend

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Sales Executives

Cinda Baker

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Belinda Draucker

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Graphic Designer

Britt Scott

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Intern

Colleen McNally

Rachel Regan

Photography

Nick Chiapinna

Amy Moore

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FEATURES

Profile: Regina Rahimi

Author and Advocate ............................................................. 13

Profile: Carrie ChristianAn Artsy Atmosphere ............................................................ 14

Profile: Tammy Smith

Teaching for the Turtles .......................................................... 16

skirt! In the Kitchen

Kelly Yambor .................................................................................. 18

Great Expectations

Heather Carliri............................................................................. 24

Horse Laugh

Amy Vansant .................................................................................. 27

What My Preschoolers Taught Me

Kat Richter ...................................................................................... 28

IN EVERY ISSUE

Letter from the Publisher/Editor ......................................... 8

Calendar .......................................................................................... 21

Skirt of the Month..................................................................... 23

He’s So Original .......................................................................... 31

Meet ................................................................................................... 37

Planet Nikki .................................................................................... 38

Women make more than 80% of all purchasing

decisions.

Women control 2/3

of the nation’s disposable income.

Women influence 80%of all car sales.

Women spend almost 2 of every 3

healthcare dollars.

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Cover copy by Nikki Hardin, art by Gayle Kabaker

“Live in each season as it passes: breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit.”

Henry David Thoreau

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July is a month of primary colors,

summer on simmer and Miami vice

on the rocks. July unfolds like the

new leaves of a banana tree after a

tropical shower, lush and hopeful.

July is faded pink stucco covered in

fuchsia bougainvillea.

is grasshopper green

July is swimming pool blue, salsa

verde, watermelon red. July smells

like Coppertone, mint muddled in a

mojito and the sunlight stored in a

tomato. July’s theme song is played by

ice-cream trucks and squeaky ceiling

fans and a chorus of slamming screen

doors all across the country. July

leaping out of a field of weeds and

wildflowers and the sound of cicadas

on a long, hot, sleepy afternoon.

July is as sticky and sweet as peach

juice between your fingers, as spicy

and succulent as slow-cooked ribs,

as unforgettable and fleeting as the

fireworks finale on the Fourth of July.

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Teacher’sPet

THE UNITED SKIRTS OF AMERICA

The United Skirts of

America was founded

on the blood, sweat

and estrogen of our

foremothers, who

won us the freedom

to choose...to break

The Rules, to wear

combat boots or high

heels, to run for office

or run a marathon,

to form our own

rock groups instead

of being groupies, to

shatter Glass Ceilings

and Glass Slippers, to

shoot hoops instead

of settling for hoop

skirts. The ones who

came before us made

it possible for our

daughters to dream

bigger, to have the

chance to grow up to

be President and turn

the Oval Office into

the Ovary Office. In

the United Skirts of

America, every day is

Independence Day!

Traci Daberko

Traci Daberko received her

education at the University

of Nebraska at Kearney and

started her professional career

in Seattle working for several

prominent design firms. In

1995, Traci co-founded

Cyclone Design. During that

time, she received national

recognition from many design

industry organizations and

publications. In 2001, Traci

was selected as one of the

judges for Communications

Arts Magazine Design Annual.

She also teaches an advanced

typography course at the

School of Visual Concepts.

Currrently, Traci has more than

15 years of professional design

experience and has worked

with a diverse range of clients

from across the country.

Constantly seeking out new

challenges, she is now explor-

ing other visual art forms that

include fine art, digital media,

consulting and product design.

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FROM THE EDITOR

The saying goes that “experience is the best teacher,” and on many levels, it is true. Experience

lends richness to life that goes far beyond facts. But literally, when it comes to “the best teach-

er,” everyone has one who comes to mind: that woman or man who impacted your thoughts,

opened your mind, changed your life. A single teacher can be the difference between knowledge

and understanding. I’ve been blessed and inspired by more than one. My high school AP English

teacher was known for her stern adherence to grammatical law and a piercing stare that turned

many a student to stone. But when it came to literature, she turned positively giddy. She lit up

with joy as we discussed Jane Austen and Flannery O’Connor. I thought to myself, here is some-

one whose passion inspires her. More than the historical implications of The Scarlet Letter or social

satire in The Canterbury Tales, even more than the definitions of 100 rhetorical terms that I’ve not

forgotten to this day, what I learned from her was that if you are in love with what you do, it will

never feel like work.

FROM THE PUBLISHER

Nikki [email protected]

I read an interview with Rachel Maddow recently and was surprised

to learn that she has suffered from recurrent bouts of depression since

childhood. Super confident, no-holds-barred Rachel Maddow?! Given her

public persona, it seemed such a brave thing to put out there, and her

description of how she copes with self-doubt and anxiety was inspiring.

Sure, we’re living in an era when we all know the brand names of half a

dozen antidepressants, and many of us have been in therapy at one time (or

have a friend or family member who should be!), but it’s still hard for me

to admit out loud how much I struggle with depression periodically and

how debilitating it can be. Our culture places such a high value on being

relentlessly cheerful, optimistic and Facebook-friendable that it’s just sort

of embarrassing not to be that person. God knows, I’d love to wake up

every day in a cupcakes-and-kittens state of mind, but there are mornings

when I’ll settle for an emotional weather report that is partly sunny with

only a 30 percent chance of rain. As much as I thought I’d always been

honest about this lifelong battle I seem to have inherited, I realized from

Maddow’s interview that I’m often still apologetic to myself and others

about the times I get taken down by what Winston Churchill called the

“black dog.” Her courage made me realize that I still have so much to

learn about the difference between being broken and being broken open

to become more human. Thanks for the lesson, Rachel. I promise to keep

doing my homework.

The Lessons Issue


Regina Rahimi | Author and Advocate Armstrong professor Regina Rahimi is the woman behind a fascinating—and troubling—new book, Pervasive Vulnerabilities: Sexual Harassment in School,

focusing on the harassment to which girls frequently fall victim in middle, high school, even college. “Teaching diversity and ethics, I’m interested in schools’

social climates. But my interest in this topic came personally from my own high school experience: I was bullied and harassed myself,” Regina explains. “I was

driven to education because I thought if I could help one student, one girl, not to have that experience, it would be worth it.” Co-authored by Delores H. Liston,

the book exposes the issue through research and interviews with victims, harassers and the educators and adults who often turn a blind eye. “What we’ve

found is that victims often have no recourse, there’s nobody to tell. We have to do a better job,” she urges. “Women have to be advocates for one another.”

Photo by Amy Moore

Teach Me


Carrie Christian | An Artsy Atmosphere When Carrie Christian started teaching art lessons while finishing her degree at Savannah College of Art and Design, it was something she had

never done before, but soon she learned a lesson of her own. “I discovered that I loved everything about it,” she recalls, “So I started doing lessons

out of a tiny little studio, and it just grew by word of mouth.” Now she teaches students ranging from pre-K through adults at her own Scribble Art

Studio. “We push that art is not just about drawing or painting; it’s also about collage, sculpture, mixed media,” Carrie explains. “Everyone learns

differently—there is never just one way of teaching something. Being flexible is without a doubt the most important lesson.” That, she says, comes

in handy in more ways than one. “You can’t just work, you can’t just play. You have to find a balance, and art has a way of helping.”

Photo by Amy Moore

Teach Me


Tammy Smith | Teaching for the Turtles Just as the rest of us wind into summer vacation mode, Tammy Smith, project coordinator for the Tybee Sea Turtle Project, has a big job to do. From May

through October, volunteers patrol the beach each dawn for loggerhead sea turtle nesting activity—females dig nests and lay their eggs at night. “It’s been

a great season,” Tammy says, “This year we may break 2,000 nests.” 60 days after being lain. Beginning in August, thousands of baby turtles hatch and

make their own journey to sea. But the beach can be treacherous, and even one bright light can distract a baby from its path. That’s why it’s important to

observe “Lights Out” May 1-Oct. 31 and keep the beach clean. “They’ve managed for millions of years without us. We probably need them more than they

need us,” Tammy says. “But it’s our job to protect the waters and give them the opportunity to keep doing what they do.”

Photo by Amy Moore

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Five Restaurants on your Bucket List

Peter Luger’s, Brooklyn, NY

Baronessa, Taormina, Sicily

Café Ba-Ba-Reeba, Chicago, IL

Mozzarella Bar, Rome, Italy

Portland Lobster Company, Portland, ME

Most ordered appetizer: Georgia shrimp tacos.

Your favorite dish to prepare: My grandmother’s chicken cacciatore.

Best dessert for the table to share: Pecan-almond tart with bourbon caramel.

Most popular brunch menu item:Crab cakes benedict.

Favorite cookbook:Daniel Boulud’s Café Boulud Cookbook

Favorite kitchen gadget:

Shoes I wish I could wear in the kitchen:

Cast-iron skillets.

I always wear my favorite comfy shoes. Most admired

foodie: Daniel Boulud.

Why I love my job: I’ve worked here 16 years and finally have the perfect kitchen staff! They are the most talented, hi-larious, hard-working guys ever, and I love the people I work for.

Just-got-off-work indulgence: Staying up late with my husband and 4-year old son, Leo.

How do you unwind after a long night? This one is easy: red wine.

What word best describes you? Hardworking!

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Customers rave about: Red snapper and clams with royal trumpet mushrooms and lemon butter.

Favorite dish on this sea-son’s menu: Chilled sweet pea soup with roasted chicken.

My favorite thing about the restaurant’s location: I like that we’re a “destination.”

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Kelly YamborExecutive Chef, Elizabeth on 37th

05 East 37th Street Savannah, 912.236.5547 elizabethon37th.net

Favorite cocktail, wine or champagne served at the bar: Pario and Krug.

Best compliment from a diner: [ In reference to her black-eyed pea patty served at an event in NYC.]

“...Chef Daniel Boulud told me it was his

favorite course. ”

Go-to ingredients

Oyster mushrooms and Davis tomatoes.

Must-have local ingredient:Local seafood, especially Half Moon River clams.


2Mingle with local lovers of skirt!

for light hors d’oeuvres, drink specials and the first peek at our

August issue. 6-8pm. The Melting Pot. facebook.com/skirtsavannahhhi

5Seersucker Live hosts Happy Hour for writers and friends at Abe’s on Lincoln

each first Thursday of the month. Don’t forget your notepad and pen.

5:30-7:30pm. seersuckerlive.com

ARJoin the Friends of Animals of the Coastal Empire for 60s-themed fun at “Woof-Stock,” their 14th annual

auction. 7-11pm. Savannah Station. $45. friendsofanimalscoastalga.org

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2 MEET PEEPSConnect with other female entrepreneurs! Share challenges and stories at this month’s StartupChicks Roundtable. 4-6pm. ThincSavannah. savannah.startupchicks.org

2 ALL INAll ages are welcome to try their hand at a game of cards with the Queen of Spades Club. 7:30-9pm. The Sentient Bean. 912.660.8585. sentientbean.com

3 TUNE INThe Savannah Folk Music Society hosts the 16th Anniversary “First Friday” with live tunes by Alberto Puentes, Bill DeYoung and Wooden Nickel. 7:30-10pm. First Presbyterian Church. savannahfolk.org

3-18 LAUGH LOUDERThe Collective Face Theatre Ensemble performs the bawdy comedy Joe Orton’s British Farce with three show times each weekend. Muse Arts Warehouse. collectiveface.org

6 EASY BEING GREENSupport the Economic Opportunity Authority in a recycling fundraiser with FundingFactory. Donate your empty cartridges, used cell phones and other small electronics. [email protected], fundingfactory.com.

9-26 BAY WATCHFor a ride off the main street, don’t miss this unique musical Avenue Q by Robert Lopez and Jeff Marx. Bay Street Theatre through the 26th. baystreettheatre.org

10 STAND-UP GUYComedian Jim Gaffigan makes a stop at the Johnny Mercer Theatre on his stand-up tour. 7pm. Savannah Civic Center. savannahcivic.com

10 SEWN TOGETHERLoop It Up’s “I Am the Beloved Community” collaborative story quilts exhibit opens, created by the city’s students and seniors. 10am. Jepson Center. telfair.org

18 HOP TO ITCelebrate 93 years of the beloved Leopold’s Ice Cream parlor at the block-wide sock hop party, complete with costumes, dancing, music and ice cream for only 93 cents! 11am. leopoldsicecream.com

18 ON A ROLLWatch the Derby Devils face off against the Dames of Greenville, S.C,. in the Martin Luther King Arena. 7pm. Savannah Civic Center. savannahderby.com

25 KISS MY GRASSSavannah Arts Academy and Fleet Feet Sports are sponsoring “Run Dirty Saturday” XC Kickoff Classics, a 5,000-meter grass course open to the public. 7am. Daffin Park. fleetfeetsavannah.com/xc

31 GO FIGUREThe Golden Dragon Acrobats show off breathtaking moves in this traditional Chinese tradition that never gets old. 8pm. Arts Center of Coastal Carolina. tickets.artshhi.com


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Heather Caliri is a writer living in San Diego, California. Her work has appeared in Literary Mama, Brain, Child, and Harpur Palate. She blogs at heathercaliri.com.

My daughter expects only success.

On the way home from the park, my daughter paused for the twentieth time, bent over, and picked up something. Could have been a dai-sy, penny, pillbug or bead.

She stood up, her face alight. She held out a piece of white

quartz, plucked out of a sea of sandy-pink gravel.

“It’s a sparkling jewel, Mama,” she said.

She was quiet for a while. Then she jumped into the air. “I know what I’ll do,” she said. “I’ll have a stand and sell my special rocks. Like when I sold lemonade.”

I sighed. My daughter would do a lemonade (or rock, or jewelry, or artwork) stand every day if she could. But I dread them. Even if she’s old enough to run the stand herself, her sister is not. And watching a toddler on a busy street while keeping her from spilling the merchandise is not my idea of a peaceful afternoon.

Generally, then, I say no.But with a few lemonade stands under my belt, I know there’s a bigger reason

I sigh every time the subject comes up. I’m afraid. It makes me squidgy inside to watch my daughter broadcast her excitement

publicly. I worry about her confidence, her blithe assumption that people will be interested in her rocks, her lemonade or her art. I worry she’ll be rejected or that people will find her silly. I worry about the smackdown that comes when you put your passions out there.

And here’s where I have left the realm of talking about my child.People are almost uniformly kind to my kid. They are almost uniformly

encouraging of young entrepreneurs. The worst reaction she’s dealt with is some-one ignoring her, which isn’t all bad.

But my heart is still in my throat every time she sets up her little table and asks me to help her letter a sign.

As a kid, I spent an afternoon once gathering desert wildflowers, bundling them into nosegays no bigger than my six-year-old palm, and waving them wildly at passing cars. I worked together with some neighbors. We had big plans for our flower bouquets, and imagined splitting the profits when they started rolling in. I remember being pretty hopeful that someone would stop and purchase these lovely creations.

No one did. We all abandoned the wilting flowers on the roadside and headed home for dinner strangely disappointed.

I felt silly thinking we could be a success.My daughter expects only success. She is surprised when someone drives by

without waving.Last lemonade stand, she would call out to passersby from across the street

to alert them to her business. After a few minutes, she turned to me and said, “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” I said.“You keep laughing when I call out to people.”She was right. It was a kind of genuflection, an ironic distance from her

enthusiasm. I was appalled. And the next time she called out, I did it again, like Pavlov’s dog.

The truth is, I admire my daughter’s chutzpah. I keep examining my arguments against the lemonade stand. Because I know that part of my reluctance is this discomfort, this embarrassment. Perhaps I should figure out a way to make it work. Surely I could distract the youngest long enough for the shop to happen? Perhaps I could deal with being out there for an hour?

Surely her creative, entrepreneurial spirit needs to be encouraged. I want her to live in a world where she is confident enough to dream big dreams. To put them out there, and the hell with the consequences. I want her to shush the people who laugh at her, rather than listening to them. I want her to find a way to make money creatively, to be entrepreneurial and wily.

I want her to be her own boss.Each time I encourage my daughter’s boldness, every time I swallow my fear,

I sense I’m learning a lesson. When I stop protecting her from even the possibility of rejection, I inoculate myself against that people-pleasing timidity. When I let her take risks, I learn to be bold, too.

Last weekend, my daughter set up another lemonade stand, this time to raise money for a cause we all supported. My husband stood out with our daughters for an hour while I prepped food in the kitchen. The window was open to the glorious June sunshine, and I could hear almost every word the three of them were saying.

My daughter sold at least 10 cups of lemonade, and chatted with (to my introvert’s eyes) half the neighborhood. She met moms and commuting business-men, people walking their dogs, runners. She told each of them about the service project the money would go to, her sales pitch growing more polished with each person passing.

For once, instead of looking at my daughter and wondering how long that passion and openness and trust in others would last, I started looking at the people who were walking by.

At first, I was surprised. Their faces were alight, their eyes relaxed. They weren’t annoyed by her, or put off by a kindergartner’s shakedown. Instead, they looked joyful. As if the real treasure on offer—my daughter’s infectious enthusiasm—was well worth the asking price.

Heather Caliri


Amy Vansant has been published in Surfer, Chesapeake Bay Magazine, McSweeney’s and other publications/sites. Read more at her humor blog at kidfreeliving.com or on Twitter @kidfreeliving.

Amy Vansant

Before Rocky, I’d never been a quitter. For example, I watched the first few years of the TV series Bones on DVD while doped on flu medication. After my illness, I continued to watch the series even though somewhere around season five it became a parody of itself. The main characters solidified as completely unlikable individuals, surrounded by a supporting cast so cartoonish Mel Blanc should have voiced their dialogue. Neverthe-less, each week I propped my eyelids open with modified eyelash curlers, Clockwork Orange-

style, and watched. How could I quit something into which I’d invested 100 hours of my life?

I didn’t watch Bones because I loved the idea of street artists morphing into computer geniuses sporting eponymous all-knowing, crime-solving “Angelatron” computers. Just saying “Angelatron” makes me want to punch myself in the face. I watched Bones to slow my own personal slide into apathy. In my youth, I committed to every challenge with a special combination of fervor and stupidity. To change that behavior would to be to admit I’d lost my edge. I didn’t want to be a quitter.

Then I met a horse named Rocky.When my girlfriend asked me to take riding lessons with her, I knew, much

like a cast member of Celebrity Apprentice, that I’d have to check my self-respect at the door. She and I rode competitively from third grade to ninth, but I had only been on a horse twice since then. I had no illusions of becoming a Spaghetti Western stunt double my first day back in the saddle. Largely because they stopped making Spaghetti Westerns in the late Sixties, but also because I understand riding is an art that requires muscle strength I no longer possess.

My first riding lesson damaged both my pride and my legs. I wore the wrong clothes and rubbed deep holes into the side of each calf.

But I wasn’t a quitter. For the next lesson, I bought high boots to protect my legs, skin-tight

breeches because the world just doesn’t see enough of my ass, and a riding helmet. I felt more comfortable in the saddle, particularly once it was discov-ered I had mistakenly used a child’s saddle the first time. Still, my ankles and leg muscles ached after trotting just a few times around the ring. On the upside, the clear reminder of how out of shape I’d become was an excellent way to prompt a mid-life crisis. All my friends were having them and I felt left out. But I was not enjoying myself.

Third lesson, my steed, Rocky, decided to demonstrate that he didn’t enjoy trotting around a ring anymore than I enjoyed bouncing around on his bony spine. Rocky threw down his head, ripping the reins from my hands, and bucked

like a rodeo horse. I did my best to hold on, but Rocky also eschewed the “quit-ter” label. He refused to stop until I hit the dirt.

“Wow,” said my unimpressed instructor. “Rocky hasn’t bucked anyone off in like a year.”

I felt honored.Dejected and dusty, I walked Rocky back to the little step stool and climbed

back aboard, hissing the story of dog food manufacturing through gritted teeth. I trotted around the ring to prove my fearlessness and then headed back to the barn, but I could feel my relationship with Rocky had been inextricably altered.

Rocky had my number.Next lesson, Rocky didn’t bother to pretend things between us were civil.

Again he tried to buck; somehow I wrestled back control. I attempted to resume cantering. Ten feet down the rail Rocky again threw his head, splaying me across his neck. Mane in my teeth, I yanked back on the reins. Rocky stopped dead.

I had underestimated Rocky’s sense of humor. Over and over we repeated this dance.

Head down! HEAD UP! Stop. DON’T STOP! Head down! HEAD UP!!Flustered, I walked Rocky to the instructor and explained my dilemma. Too

late, I realized I was telling another human being that I’d been outsmarted by a horse.

“Use your ab muscles,” she said.“Right,” I said. “Why didn’t I think to pick those up with my new boots and

helmet?” Horrified, I notice my voice was cracking.The instructor turned her attention toward my more deserving friend, still

trotting around the ring like a pro.“You need more confidence,” she said, striding away.I walked Rocky back to the rail fighting tears of shame and frustration. No

one had ever told me I lacked confidence. I’d always been the brave one. I could demand a different lesson horse, but I wasn’t even enjoying myself.

I was trapped between a Rocky and a hard place.Back at the barn, my friend asked me if I was okay, and the answer rushed

from my lips before I could stop myself.“I quit.” A peace came over me. No one wants to be a quitter. But not every

cause is a winner. Many of the things I committed to finishing in the past I did so due to lack of money, to desperation or inexperience. Now I was older and in a more comfortable place. I didn’t have to commit to winning the war against Rocky. Maybe it was time to redefine “quitting” as “mak-ing a wiser decision.”

Enjoy your sweet feed, Rocky. You gave me bruises, you gave me scars, and you freed me from the tyranny of foolish commitments.

You miserable old nag.

No one wants to be a quitter. But not every cause is a winner.


Kat Richter is a freelance writer and teaching artist who lives in Philadelphia. She holds an MA in Dance Anthropology and blogs about her adventures in online dating at fieldworkinstilettos.com.

As the creative movement teacher at a Head-start preschool in North Philadelphia, I get a lot of questions. These range from the hopeful (“Miss Kat, are we gonna get stickers today?”) to the dejected (“Miss Kat, can you tie my shoe?”), to the just plain embarrassing (“Miss Kat, is that a baby in your belly?”). I have to explain that no, we’re not getting stickers today because we only get stickers on Friday, and today is not Friday and that no—as I resolve to start doing crunches again—

that is not a baby in my belly. Then there are the questions that arise when one of my students finds me

in the bathroom. Although it’s fairly obvious—at least to a grownup—that I’m engaged in normal bathroom activities, it’s less obvious to my gaggle of endlessly curious three-year-olds. They never fail to ask “Miss Kat, what are you doing?” and when I tell them that I’m going to bathroom, they broadcast this news to their classmates with all the pride of a paleontologist who has just discovered a new species; news of a grownup going to the bathroom is a cause célèbre in the mind of a preschooler.

Nonetheless, the question I receive the most often day after day, week after week and month after month is “Miss Kat, do you like my shirt?” Granted, some-times they’ll ask if I like their skirt instead, or their shoes, or their new haircut, but the underlying meaning is always the same. They line up outside of the dance studio, point to their newest acquisition and ask with a curious mix of toddler pride and the need for my approval, “Do you like it?”

When I first started teaching, I used to always say, “Yes, you look great!” Then I’d hurry my charges inside to get started with the day’s lesson.

But then I went shopping. Without my mother. And I was nearly paralyzed.Keep in mind I’ll be 27 by the time you’re reading this essay. I’ve studied

abroad, lived abroad, and two years ago, I quit my day job in order to pursue a career in the arts. On the outside, I look like a woman who knows what she wants and knows how to get it, but as I stood in the fitting room question-ing my reflection, I saw a pitifully indecisive 20-something staring back at me. I liked the shimmery, asymmetrical dress I’d just tried on, but without my mother’s approval, I couldn’t be sure that it liked me.

It’s not that my mother is some blue-blooded maven of high fashion—she’s the one who introduced me to Jomar, my bargain basement of choice, in the first place, and she maintains a rather liberal interpretation of “color

coordination”—but we’ve always shopped together. I raid her closet more times than not and without her waiting outside of the fitting room to offer her opinion, I couldn’t do it.

I returned home confused and empty-handed. It was then, as I remi-nisced about the gorgeous frock that I’d left on the rack, that I decided something had to change. It might be too late for me, but it wasn’t too late for my preschoolers.

The very next morning, one of my particularly gregarious divas-in-training marched up to me, stuck out her foot to display a pair of brand new glittery jelly shoes and inquired, “Miss Kat, do you like my shoes?”

I smiled, inspected the shoes and finally countered, “Do you like them?” She froze. This was an unexpected turn of events and preschoolers aren’t

exactly known for dealing well with changes in events.“Do you like them?” I repeated.She considered it for a moment and then replied, “Yes.”“Well that’s what matters!” I exclaimed triumphantly. “If you like them, then

it doesn’t matter what anybody else thinks.”She didn’t look entirely convinced, but I was pretty sure that the wheels in her

little head were turning.A few days later one of my three-year-olds showed up to school sporting a

brand new E.T. shirt. Between his teddy bear looks and his freakishly impressive vocabulary, it was all I could do to keep from blurting out, “Yes, of course I like your E.T. shirt!”

But I held firm. “Do you like it?” I asked.“Yeah,” he replied matter-of-factly. “Did you know that E.T. means ‘alien,’

Miss Kat?”He later informed me that E.T. was “sad at me” over some injustice to do

with the number of stickers he’d amassed on the Good Behavior Chart, but I considered this a small price to pay considering all the self-confidence I was instilling in my students.

This went on for weeks. I refused to comment on light-up sneakers, new hair-cuts, sun dresses and even graduation outfits, although I slipped up when one of my five-year-olds turned out in a linen suit for the last day of school. Eventually, however, I got so good at saying, “Do you like it?” that I no longer had to think about it. It was automatic. I decided to return to Jomar for another look at that funky silver dress, and as I scrutinized the single ruffle running down the front, I realized that if my preschoolers could stop caring what other people thought of them, I could, too. In the end, my mother loved the dress, but more importantly, I didn’t care.

What My Preschoolers

Taught Me

I look like a woman who knows what she wants and knows how to get it, but as I stood in the fitting room questioning my reflection, I saw a pitifully indecisive 20-something staring back at me.

Kat Richter


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David Schuman gets a kick out of coaching.

David Schuman knows that when it comes to soccer, girls can kick it. “Girls are very receptive to coaching; they’re not as prideful. They’re willing to

learn,” David explains. As the coach of the Coastal Georgia Soccer Association’s U-13 Shockers, he helped lead his team to victory and to the state’s

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Nikki Hardin is the founder and publisher of skirt! magazine. She blogs at fridaville.com.

planetnikki[ a v i s u a l j o u r n a l ]

The title song of Rufus Wainwright’s latest CD, Out of the Game, is my current favorite. His father, Loudon Wainwright III, also has a new CD out with two wrenching songs about family: “The Days That We Die” and “In C.” I’ve been having a Wainwright emo moment.

last month was juicy enough

to fry in a pan.

The full moon

like a teenager smelling pheromones, like a

lover licking its chops.

I followed it home like a wolf stalking dinner, like a planet in search of an orbit,

to put under my pillow

There it was, hanging just out of reach.

There I was, chasing

what I can’t have, as usual. An apricot moon pie.

Sailing away before I could get a sticky piece

and dream on.

This knit tote by hansel from

basel is the perfect size for a Mac Air,

which I don’t own. But I thought that if I bought the bag,

the computer might appear. Like, you know, a gift from

the Nikki-centered universe.

Tokyo Milk is a brand I can’t resist because their packaging sucks me in every time. Their “Honey and the Moon” tin is one part candle, one part eye-candy. (And the title of a Joseph Arthur song I don’t seem to tire of hearing.)

As is often the case, I bought this retro-looking wall hook from Wabi Sabi as a gift

and ended up keeping it for myself.

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Every few years, I get a craving for banana trees in my yard.

Catching a glimpse of the big bold leaves out my window makes me think I’m on a desert island. This summer I planted four hoping for a little

jungle instead of my usual desert-like field of sand spurs.

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