The blog has been a little slow this week (translation: completely neglected) as I’ve been doing a lot of traveling, eating, and accumulating some great stories. I promise to share them with you soon, but right now I’m proving the adage that the more interesting your life actually is, the more boring it seems on…
Rand and I spent a few days in Portland last week. As we always do, we talked about what it would be like it we lived there. It’s a silly little fantasy brought on by too much good food and time spent with friends who are just slightly too cool for us. I imagine the…
L.A. is not home to me. It never will be, never could be. It’s dry and sprawling, full of sun-bleached buildings and strip malls. It bears no resemblance to the damp and mildewy place in which I live. But there are a handful of people I love who’ve managed to make Los Angeles their home,…
I’ve been reading a lot about Italy lately, in anticipation of an upcoming trip. Blog posts from my fellow Americans, mostly, about their thoughts on the country, and specifically Rome. They all tend to center around the same themes: the city is crazy, the people are crazy, the traffic is crazy, watch your purse/wallet/bag, and…
Let’s talk about being healthy. (Cue sound of people getting up from their computers and stampeding towards the nearly door.) Well, goodness. I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting a hugely positive reaction, but the gazelle-like sprint for the door was a little shocking. Anywho, yes, it’s kind of a mundane and boring topic, but I feel…
I’ve been home for the last few weeks – okay, fine – just for the last week, but still – it’s been fantastic. I’ve been doing all those wonderful things that I never get a chance to do while on the road: cleaning out my closet, and my fridge, and dusting crevices between furniture that never see…
Yesterday, I visited my mother at her home 20 minutes south of Seattle. As I left, I noticed a few tiny snowflakes begin to fall. It was unexpected – it’s late in the year for snow, and the forecast had predicted the temperatures would be warming up, so I had on only a thin jacket.…
There are the travel stories you can tell everyone. The people at the bus stop, your dentist, your co-workers. You can safely tell them about how you went to Southern California and it poured every day, or how in Scotland they offer scotch as a topping for oatmeal. You can do this without fear of…
And we never did stop talking and you still light up the room/ I was made for sunny days. I make due with gray/ I was made for sunny days and I was made for you. – There’s a song Rand has been playing a lot recently. It breaks my heart a little, each time…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
Paperback Available March 11th
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