Rand and I just got home from our anniversary trip to Ashland, and I have a serious vacation hangover. (Fun fact: driving 8 hours in one day does not make for a happy couple. It makes for a cranky, slightly bummed-to-be-home couple). I spent half the night awake, wondering if our house always smelled like…
Three years ago today, I made you laugh until you cried. – – —
– I was so grateful I had brought a cardigan. I chalk it up to my Auntie P. “Bring a cardigan,” she tells me, even if it is 85 degrees, and we are leaving the house for approximately 5 minutes, all of which will be spent in the sunshine. “Bring a cardigan,” she says, even…
September 11th came and went, and I was somewhat relieved it was on a Sunday, meaning that I didn’t necessarily have to post about it. Because, as selfish as this may sound, I’m truly terrible when it comes to writing about tragedies or events that deserve respect. I try to seek out the good in…
Oh, the things I did this week. I turned 31. I blogged. I ate cupcakes. So, you know, it was mostly like any other week, except for the whole turning 31 bit. That was new. And wonderful. Thank you to everyone for all the fantastic birthday wishes. While I go contemplate eating even more cake,…
Though I was in Wichita for less than four days, I took more than 900 photos. Yeah. Since whittling that pile down to 10 pictures was pretty much impossible, and would require me leaving out photos of pink (yes, pink) milk, I decided to share my 20 (20!) favorite photos from Kansas. Enjoy. Road to…
I was going through some photos from the past year (yes, I was feeling nostalgic for 30), and I came across this little gem, taken last summer when I was visiting family down in California: – The doll belonged to my cousin’s youngest daughter – and it was headless. My cousin’s eldest helpfully pointed out…
I have to share something with you has absolutely nothing to do with travel. Not really, anyway. It’s a little narcissistic. I hope you won’t mind. Ready? Here goes: It’s my birthday. I know. I’m positively tickled. I love birthdays. Entire days dedicated to eating cake and wearing party dresses. It’s not unlike what I…
“We’re taking you to the Keeper of the Plains,” I was told, and there was little elaboration after that. “Okay,” I said. “And the Keeper of the Plains is …?” “You’ll see.” I must hand it to my friends. They know how to create suspense. It turned out to be a 44-foot-tall statue of a…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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