Author Archives: Mallary Tenore Tarpley

  Lately, I’ve been watching a lot of TED talks. I love the breadth of topics they cover, and how they add depth to what may otherwise seem like a surface-level experience. I recently watched one about the experience of stumbling upon 404 error pages that alert people to broken links. Renny Gleeson, whose backgroundContinue reading “Seeing 404 error pages as a way to build a relationship with readers”

I love this picture. My friend took it recently after I showed him and some of my other friends my new home office. (I prefer to call it my “writing/reading room.”) “We should get a picture of you reading!” one friend suggested. “OK, let’s find a good book!” I said, perhaps getting a little tooContinue reading “Creating, resurfacing memories in my writing/reading room”

My parents loved the show “Family Ties” and named me after one of the main characters, Mallory Keaton. Hoping to make my name sound more feminine, they spelled it with two A’s instead of the more common spelling (one A, one O.) Ever since, people have referred to me as “Mallory,” “Mallery,” “Malory” “Malary,” andContinue reading “Why journalists misspell names & what they’re doing to help prevent the error”

I just finished watching a TED talk that made me think more deeply about what it means to be happy. Sociologist Brene Brown — who speaks humbly and has a great sense of humor — spent years researching the source of people’s happiness. She learned that to be happy, we need to cultivate compassion andContinue reading “Brene Brown: Vulnerability is ‘the birthplace of joy, of creativity, of belonging, of love’”

Recently, The New York Times called Gloria Steinem “a woman like no other” and posed an interesting question: “Where is the next Gloria Steinem, and why — decades after the media spotlight first focused on her — has no one emerged to take her place?” Journalist Susan Faludi had this response: “We’ve not seen another GloriaContinue reading “Steinem: Women are ‘made to feel that our bodies are ornaments, not instruments’”

On Monday, Syracuse University’s Newhouse School of Public Communications announced the finalists for this year’s Mirror Awards — a competition that recognizes reporters who cover the media industry. Other finalists include The New Yorker’s Ken Auletta; American Journalism Review Editor and Vice President Rim Rieder; Change the Ratio’s Rachel Sklar; and journalists writing for The NewContinue reading “A finalist in the 2012 Mirror Awards contest”

I feel humbled. Since publishing my latest personal essay last week, I’ve received dozens of emails, Facebook messages and comments about it. I’ve heard from people who have had their own struggles with eating, people who have had issues with depression and anxiety, and people who have friends or loved with eating disorders. I’ve alsoContinue reading “Responses to personal essay serve as a good reminder, motivator”

It’s odd being in a healthy relationship with a man you love and an abusive relationship with a disorder you loathe. You’re always trying to hide the abusive one from the healthy one, and you can’t help but be consumed by both. Relationships of all kinds test our ability to be vulnerable. There’s the riskContinue reading “Why I’ve struggled with eating for so long & how I’m learning to let go”

If you haven’t already seen it, take about 15 minutes and watch “The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore.” It’s a great animated short film that just won the Oscar. (Look how excited the directors were when they won.) I had heard about the film about two months ago, but didn’t make time toContinue reading “Take a minute to watch ‘The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore’”

The results for the genetic testing I underwent last month came back, and they’re negative. I was relieved when I found out that I don’t carry the BRCA gene mutation. If I had the mutation, I would have had up to an 87 percent chance of developing breast cancer in my lifetime, and would have beenContinue reading “Remembering Mom as I get genetic test results back”