I feel like the March Hare, running around in a frenzy – no time to say hello, goodbye! I’m late, I’m late, I’m late! The thing is, I’m not actually late to anything. I just feel like it, because I’m sitting here at my computer nine floors up, and all around me the city of…
We are standing in a small courtyard in Munich, when I start acting like my mother, and my brother starts acting exactly like himself. Which, in this instance, means that he’s taken his son’s hand and is pretending to punch things. He even makes the appropriate “Pssht! Pssht!” punching noises. And then -god help me…
Rand has this wonderful laugh that is as contagious as a cold through a kindergarten class. Every now and then, it will push him to the point of no return, and he’ll end up in a sort of shaking, convulsive, soundless laughter with tears in his eyes. Our friends, when they see it, look delightfully…
I’ve been spending too much time doodling. And appreciating the work of Demetri Martin. Here’s what I made. –
I’m … um … crap. Honestly, I don’t know where I will be when this post goes up. I’m currently writing it on a sunny afternoon in Seattle, but given the way the next few weeks are going, I might be in Ashland, or New York, or Portland when this finally goes live. But these…
You guys. YOU GUYS. It’s September. Do you know what that means? It means my birthday is going to happen ANY DAY NOW. And also my anniversary. And then there’s my brother’s birthday, and my little cousins’ birthdays …. The whole month is basically an excuse for me to eat cake. Rand and I are…
Many months ago, I wrote a post about the wonders of Bavarian food. I didn’t spend a lot of time fixating on dessert, which shows you just how darn good the sausages and breaded meat and dumplings of Southern Germany are (parenthetically, all of those dishes sound like euphemisms). A few folks told me that…
– I’ve heard that everything we do is a reaction to our parents. They go left, so we insist on going right. They use coupons and buy generic from the big chain supermarket, so we spend waaay too much at the organic independent co-op on the corner (and every time we go grocery shopping, we…
Sometimes I will grab my husband, usually by the head, mash up his cheeks in my hands and say, “Your face. Your STUPID face. I LOVE YOUR FACE. I’m … I’m gonna eat your face because I LOVE IT SO MUCH.” I assume that all couples who have been together for more than a decade…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
Paperback Available March 11th
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