– I’ve never been much of a sucker for flowers. Ultimately they start to wilt, no matter how often you trim the ends. Inevitably they end up in the trash or the compost heap, a mixture of brittle petals and waterlogged stems. Flowers don’t do it for me. But add a dark-eyed boy in the…
– I don’t get interior decorating. This shouldn’t be too much of a surprise to anyone. I can barely dress myself, and I have the benefit of being scorned publicly by my peers – I can learn from positive reinforcement (no one laughed hysterically the moment I walked into the room? Great. Wear that outfit…
It’s been a rather crazy week – I’ve had my old friend Katie visiting, and I’m so busying exploring Seattle with her, I haven’t had much time to blog. I know, I know: rough life. But I couldn’t resist taking some time to share these links with you. They made me laugh. And think. And…
My friend Katie is coming to visit. By the time this post goes live, she’ll be here. I have been nervously anticipating her visit, in the same way I do all encounters with friends from my childhood. Katie and I have known eachother since the fifth grade. For more than two decades, she’s had some…
– I intended to hang on to the elephant for longer. Rand bought him for me on a rainy afternoon at a toy store in Portland. He was sitting in clear bin in the window, with a zoofull of other animals. A plastic menagerie.
– We are at a get-together with friends. Let’s say a birthday party for … whoever. It doesn’t matter, really – it’s happened so many times that it could be any event. We’re having fun, but as the night trickles on, I’ll see him check his watch nervously, and then his phone. He might answer…
My heart is light. Sorry. You just gagged a little, didn’t you? But it is. My husband is home, the sun is peeking through the clouds, the weekend is here, and, holy crap, life is amazing. I mean, really, isn’t it? Enjoy these links while I go do cartwheels on the lawn. (Note: I don’t…
– It’s not easy being Portland. Staying on the cutting edge of weird, on the forefront of WTF, can only be exhausting. The city is constantly inventing, perfecting, and growing tired of things that won’t reach the rest of us until months or even years later. They are the connoisseurs of pastimes we don’t yet know exist.
– A friend of mine once told me about the time she chaperoned a group of teenagers on a trip to China. After arriving in Beijing, the kids, once so excited for their trip, had a bit of a breakdown. Many of them had never been outside of the U.S. Most of them hadn’t been…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
Paperback Available March 11th
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