Dear PR People (at least, I assume it’s PR people, and not random folks who are just really excited about spring break and luggage) who have been attacking my inbox with an onslaught of incredibly dry, often misspelled press releases; Please stop. You are wasting your time. I have never done more than occasionally skim…
Rand and I have been planning out the year’s travel – or parts of it, anyway (There are a number of trips for which we can never plan. They come up last minute, usually in the early hours of the morning, when Rand will shout from his office something along the lines of “I need to…
Whoo hoo! It’s Friday, the sun is shining in my part of the world, the day is beautiful, and I have to go enjoy it. You should, too, if you get the chance. These links will be waiting for you when you get back. Really. I promise. ————— A Quora thread about the most awesome…
Southern Oregon is idyllic. – It’s also the site of one of the most horrific things I’ve ever seen in my entire life (note: on the grand scale of things, this isn’t saying much. My life is a cakewalk, minus the walk).
– Rand and I walked through the Museum of Modern Art in Manhattan, holding hands. It was early winter, and he was neglecting his work in order to enjoy the art. This happens approximately never, so I was making good use of the time by squeezing his hand really tightly. “Ouch.” Love hurts, babe. Get…
I dreamed of New York for years before I actually made it there. And when I was fortunate enough to finally visit, I found it was not as I had anticipated. The city did not twinkle all the time. In fact, only a few parts of it did, and we had to seek them out.…
For years, The British Museum in London was like a book I’ve cracked open a dozen times, but was never able to get passed the first chapter. I knew its beginning pages almost by heart. The crowds in front of the Rosetta Stone are mentioned in the dedication. This little one-eyed bird made an appearance in…
Though the current weather and the week’s forecast seem to disagree, spring is here. I can’t help but look at the newly budding flowers (they are there, I swear. Underneath the frost. I AM SURE OF IT), and be grateful for the end of winter. It’s the beginning of a bright new season. Enjoy these…
– – On a bright September morning, I sat in a small cafe in the Barcelona Airport, staring at the change my husband had been handed back from a barista. We were about to leave Spain for New York. “What is this?” I said, holding up one of his coins. “It’s two Euros,” Rand replied, disinterested.…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
Paperback Available March 11th
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