Man, was I cranky this week. One weensy little cold had me whining on the couch and complaining to my dear husband for days. I am a wimp. He is a saint. I am going to go do something nice for him (like … I dunno, laundry. Who doesn’t like clean laundry?) You, in the meantime,…
Today’s guest post is from my friend John Doherty. Rand and I met John last spring in Boston – right before he was about to move to New York. Since then, I’ve been keeping up with his life through his twitter stream and updates to Google Plus. His insights and observations are always interesting, but…
– When I left for Peru, I took a small pack of tissues with me. I’d read that in more rural areas, we might not find toilet paper in public bathrooms. This didn’t really phase me: one time in Italy I’d peed in little more than a hole in the ground. A place not offering…
– Elementary school was not an easy time for me. I know, you’re shocked, right? I mean, who wouldn’t want to be friends with a 70-pound girl with an adult-sized nose? (Quote from my friend Peter: “You must have looked like a pterodactyl.”) Plus, I was awesome. My incomplete Babysitter’s Club book collection, my gender-bending…
I am taking a sick day. Possibly two. My head feels like it is simultaneously underwater and in a vice. And yet, all I can be is grateful for this diabolical cold (can it even be called that? Colds seem to be adorable, light little things easily relieved by a pack of tissues and NyQuil…
It’s been an eventful week. Yes, the pioneer of modern personal technology died, but perhaps more significantly (at least, in my world) one of my friends lost her mother, while another became a mother. I suspect there’s nothing that wraps up existence more succinctly than that. Just when you are getting to the party, someone…
It seems so odd that I’m doing a round-up of photos from Florida, of all places. I lived there for years. I might as well do a photo round-up of my own house. Actually, come to think of it, I have done that. Aaaaaaaand on that note, here’s ten photos from that strange and magical…
– As a kid, I never understood the expression “You can’t go home again”. I thought it was idiotic. After sleepovers at friends’ houses, after long afternoons at band practice, after a week at SeaCamp (oh, don’t act so surprised: I was and still am a dork), home was always waiting for me. No matter…
Note: Since my posts are generally too wordy, I decided to see what happened when I made something a little too photo-y. Enjoy. – One hot summer’s day, seemingly a lifetime ago, when I was in Kansas, we drove and drove. – We drove through a part of the country most people only fly over. We…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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