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…
Have you ever spent gobs of time with someone, to the point where you think you know everything about them, but then something happens and you start to see them differently? Like, after a dozen years together, you learn that they can touch their nose with their tongue (which, you maintain, is information that you really should…
I recently did an interview with Srini Rao who runs the Unmistakable Creative podcast. We talked about the creative process, how your past experiences influence storytelling, and the struggle of finding your own voice. Oh, and they created this album cover for my episode, which I positively geeked out over: Pretty awesome, huh? If you…
We just got back from Ireland last night. We spent the better part of a week driving around the country, outrunning storms and chasing rainbows (I do not mean to be twee – we literally did), slipping into pubs to drink dark beers and eat lamb stews. We went to the Cliffs of Moher and…
There is a banging noise coming from the courtyard outside, and the sky above London is grey. It all feels familiar, the early morning sounds and sights of a city I’ve come to know. We have friends here, we have favorite restaurants and shops; we’ve even stayed in this strange little hotel before, with its…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
Paperback Available March 11th
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