Is it possible to have senioritis if you are not a senior? If you, say, aren’t even in school? Or, hell, are unemployed? Can you claim that you’ve got a case of the devil-may-care let’s-party-all-the-time affliction that hits soon-to-be-graduates when you live a life of leisure? Huh? Can you? No. Obviously not. I mean, not…
During our last trip to Italy, we headed to the Pantheon (in the interest of full disclosure, I did not know the difference between the Parthenon and the Pantheon until rather recently. I also cannot tell the Olsen twins apart. Tell no one of my secret shame). It was at the suggestion of Jessica at…
There are parts of our Rome trip which I would like to share with you, but I can’t. I would like, for example, to share with you the name of the restaurant where Rand’s friend Fleur took us, but I swore to her that I would not. I willfully forgot its name and location. I…
They are four-inch-tall, rhinestone-studded confections. And they were probably a mistake. – And yet, I regret nothing. I found them in a boutique near Piazza Navona, as the rain fell on our last morning in Rome. I saw them in the window, and stopped abruptly. The way romantic leads do in Hollywood movies. I stopped,…
It is almost sunny today in Seattle. Given that this past spring has resembled (more or less) the climate one would find inside an old, wet sponge, I am thrilled. “Almost sunny” is good enough for me. So while I run around outside in a vain attempt to process Vitamin D, please enjoy the links…
In the wake of a few miserable hotel stays, Rand has hit his limit. He has, apparently, had enough of toilets that don’t flush properly and continental breakfasts that look like the remnants of a cold-war-era kitchen after a particularly harsh winter. “We’re going to start staying in nicer places,” he told me the other…
My husband is a lovely and trusting soul. He has this persistent and annoying belief that humans are good at heart, despite my greatest attempts to contrary. I can’t seem to quash his faith in people, nor eliminate that sparkle of hope that permanently shines in his eye. Behold: – That doesn’t mean I haven’t…
I feel like Billy Pilgrim: I have come unstuck in time. A friend asked me where exactly I had been recently, because she had followed my antics through Rome, then there was something about Air France, then something about Boston, and she was utterly confused. Why I very much would like to claim that I…
For the last few years, I’ve resisted taking tennis shoes with me on trips. I figured there was no greater travel or fashion crime than wandering around a city in jeans, a button-down, and bright white tennis shoes, which, combined with my inherent neurosis, meant I was bound to be mistaken for Jerry Seinfeld. Simply,…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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