There has been a lot of talk about mental illness lately. It comes up in the wake of any major shooting to explain the assailant’s actions. They were crazy, people say. Insane. Unsound. Even when there is clear evidence to the contrary. Even when the people are competent to stand trial. It is an approach…
Last week I visited Dallas for the first time, and the museum that now occupies the book infamous depository where Lee Harvey Oswald worked. It is on the sixth floor of this building, situated at the awkwardly sharp intersection of Elm and Houston, that Oswald fired on JFK’s motorcade, killing the president. November 22, 1963.…
Every now and then, it’s nice to be indulged. I don’t mean all the time – like my nightly requests that we have orange flavored Hostess cupcakes for dinner (“If we did that as often as you suggested it, we’d die.” – Rand). But once in a while, it’s pretty wonderful when everyone quietly…
I was in Oklahoma when the news of the attacks on Paris broke, but my heart and mind have been in the City of Light ever since.
As a lifelong pumpkin aficionado, I have a special place in my heart for the baccanalian gourd-fuckfest that is fall. From the end of September until Thanksgiving, I ingest so many orange-hued treats that my farts smell of cinnamon and nutmeg (“They do not.” – my husband, pumpkin hater and fart snob). I remain, for…
We went to Ireland with our friends Wil and Nora, their son Rio, and the amazing Emily, nanny-extraordinaire (she also helped take care of me and Rand, which was nice). I took these photos on a rainy day while we walked around Cork. They simultaneously made my uterus explode, and also made me think that…
Prior to my most recent trip to London, the only thing I knew about Tower Bridge was this: In 1967, an American named Robert McCullough bought London Bridge, dismantled it, and had it moved to the states. The rumor is that he had confused the rather drab and plain bridge he’d purchased with the more architecturally…
There are spans of time in my life that can be characterized by a theme (there was The Beatles Period in the late 90s, The Carey Grant Epoch in the early 2000s, The Age of Veronica Mars not long after that). This may happen on its own – we’ll see recurring motifs or images, or a…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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