Remember how a few weeks ago, I was upset about how cold it was in Seattle? Well, I’ve been eating those words. (Metaphorically, I mean. Technically, the only thing I’ve been eating this morning is cereal.) It is HOT in my city. Perhaps not as bad as say, Wichita in the summer, but still pretty…
– Have you ever fallen in love with a place that you’ve visited, but you can’t really figure out why? There’s just something inexplicable about it that makes you happy to be there? And the more you try to describe your rationale for loving it, the crazier you sound? To the point where you might…
– I’m a bargain-hunter. I’d like to think of this as one of my better qualities, instead of, as my husband puts it, “an acute kind of madness.” And granted, sometimes I do strange things to avoid spending money. Not unethical things, mind you. I’ve never shoplifted or stolen anything (okay, FINE, there was that…
– One of the nice things about brain surgery is that you can pick out all sorts of clever things to say for when you come to. I had a few quips lined up (“I have a splitting headache!”, “Who wants morphine? I do! I do!”, and “Which of you bastards tried to tip my…
– Every time that Rand and I stay in an old hotel, we have a similar exchange: Me: This place is nice. Too bad it’s haunted. Rand: Baby, this place isn’t haunted. Me: You’d like for me to think that, wouldn’t you? Rand: Yes. Yes, I would. I would very much like for you to…
Many of you are probably wondering why I am beginning the week with a round-up of links. After all, don’t I usually end the week with a round-up? Why on earth am I posting these on a Monday? And to those folks I will say – nay, I will shout – OPEN YOUR MINDS! The world is…
It’s been six weeks since my surgery. My surgeon said that it would take about six weeks until I felt completely like myself again. Six weeks until I was more or less recovered. And he was right. I feel like myself. More or less. I feel more tired. And more sensitive. Literally. I have a…
– Yesterday, I noted that I was freaked out because the Touvelle House was right next to the Jacksonville Cemetery, and the risk of encountering zombies was therefore very high. I hope you all realize that I was joking. I am well aware of how ridiculous a statement like that sounds. We all know that…
– Have you ever found yourself doing something and had the stunning realization that you are, in fact, a grown-up? Like the first time you get behind the wheel of a car by yourself. Or when you put down the safety deposit on your very own apartment. Or when the D.A. tells you that you’re going…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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