I was cleaning out my office the other day (or, to be more accurate, slowly moving pieces of paper from one pile to another while absentmindedly flipping through a JCrew catalog and also eating brownies … but I was in my office. So there.) and I came across this note I wrote to myself ages…
– In case you were unable to gather it from yesterday’s post, Guinness is a big deal in Ireland. Okay, calm down. Yes, I realize there is far more to Ireland than Guinness (trust me, I GET IT). I’m not trying to upset anyone. I don’t mean to overgeneralize or to come off as a…
– My husband is a beer drinker. It’s one of the many things I love about him. He looks great in a suit; he taught me which fork to use at fancy dinners (when in doubt, start at the outside and move in towards your plate); and he can discuss 20th century art without sounding…
– I’ve been curating a theatrical trailer for the crazed, unscripted movie that is my life. It plays whenever I’m prompted to take stock of my existence: on the night before I got married; in the days prior to my surgery; during the one ill-fated evening in a New York hotel that our toilet started…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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