… Aaaand I’m back. Ideally, I’d return from my nearly month-long hiatus with something incredible to share with you – some fantastic travel stories, or a first draft of something exciting, or a preview of some amazing project that is about to launch. But I got nothing. Sorry about that. Instead, I’ve spent the last…
I won’t be traveling much between now and the end of the year, so posting will be rather slow until early January. I’m still doing a lot of writing, but it’s being channeled into some side projects, as well as the Travel Guides, which I intend to launch in early 2014 (stay tuned!) In the…
Despite a few rather notable exceptions, I’ve found I’m not a big crier. I have nothing against it, mind you. I think tears are rather good for your skin, and they can be rather poetic and lovely and necessary, like when Emma Thompson totally loses it at the end of Sense and Sensibility. – It’s…
It’s once again sunny here in Seattle, and yesterday, during Thursday Night Football, the commentators could not stop talking about how awesome the Seahawks are (and we weren’t even playing). So, clearly, clearly, sometime in the last few weeks I’ve managed to fall into some weird parallel universe. I’m not sure how to get back…
– Visiting Philadelphia during a government shutdown was a strange thing. The National Parks at the heart of the city – Independence Hall and the Benjamin Franklin Museum – were closed, and the surroundings areas looked all but abandoned. Fences were placed around many of the buildings, so you couldn’t even press your nose against…
If you have had a rough night (or perhaps several of them in a row) and you find yourself in Northern Liberties, in Philadelphia, I suggest you go to Honey’s Sit-N-Eat for breakfast. –
If you happen to have the chance to visit the Philadelphia Museum of Art (which is wonderful), here is a bit of advice: run up the steps to the museum. – Just like Rocky Balboa did. I know, I know – it’s silly and cliche. Doing so may earn you a few eye rolls from…
– If there was anything I could tell my younger self (besides to maybe consider getting an MRI on your head sometime before the age of 30), it would be this: don’t fall for artistic types. I would finally learned my lesson when I was 20 or so. No more musicians, no more painters. Even…
– Philadelphia was hard on Rand. Don’t get me wrong: it was well worth it, and he was grateful for the experience, but damn it, it was hard.
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
Paperback Available March 11th
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