Last week, since Rand was busy with his conference (or “conference” as I used to put it before we were married, and I liked to kid that he had a secret family in some other city), I was able to wander up and down Magnificent Mile on my own. Determined not to sit in my…
When Rand and I flew into Chicago last week, it was frosty and freezing, and already dark. Those of you who know us realize that wasn’t an excuse to sit in our hotel room while a city waits (though I wouldn’t have entirely been against that. You hear me, Fishkin?). It was a freezing, quiet…
I am going to be as diplomatic and non-judgemental as I can in this post. Which, knowing me, isn’t really all that much. In recent weeks, Washington newspapers have been jam-packed with news of the Amanda Knox case – of the 22-year-old University of Washington student convicted of killing her British roommate while both were…
Dear, dear, well-meaning friends, I assume many of you will be traveling this holiday season, off to see older relatives and parents who are part of a generation that, due to fear of war, famine, or Commie takeover, have decided to never thrown anything away. While you are visiting these relatives, cautiously maneuvering through their…
When I told a few friends we were going to Chicago, the suggestion that kept popping up was The Signature Room on the 95th floor of the John Hancock Center. The top of the Hancock Center has amazing views, and you can either go up to the observation deck (at a minimum admission price of…
There are times when I miss having a nine-to-five job. Those moments are fleeting – like those rare occassions during summer vacation when you begin to long for school. They vanish almost as soon as they appear, as you tell yourself to enjoy the now, because this seemingly endless vacation of staying up late and…
I am back. I didn’t manage to get a post up yesterday (for the first time in quite a while) since I had a bit of a whirlwind day in Chicago. And by “whirlwind” I mean “extravagant shopping”. That’s right, faithful reader(s): I sold you out for an incredibly cute cropped black leather jacket that…
Prologue: I live in Seattle, a town that, despite its growing size, is seriously lacking in the public transportation department. The absurdity of it almost sounds invented: we actually have an underground dug out already (a result of some serious city planning mistakes made a hundred or so years ago). Rumor has it that decades…
My mom called me the other day. She’s down in California, taking care of my Auntie P. She left the day after I got back to Seattle. “I can tell you were here,” my mom said, and I could almost hear her smiling at the other end of the line. “How?” I asked. “I can…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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