There are times when the internet fails me. I’ll spend hours researching something, and I won’t come up with a definitive answer. Like last week, when I was working on a post about the British Museum, I couldn’t for the life of me figure out whether or not the Magna Carta was still housed there.…
They say March comes in like a lion, and out like a lamb. I live the Pacific Northwest, so this adage doesn’t really hold true. Instead, March comes in like a snail and goes out also like a snail. Slow, damp, and kinda slimy. Incidentally, I’m fighting off a huge cold, so I’m feeling kind…
Sometime around yesterday afternoon, I realized something: I was sick. More than a few of you are likely thinking, “Well, obviously. It’s not normal for a grown woman to constantly obsess about baked goods and Jeff Goldblum. At least she finally admitted it. Now she can get help.” And to those folks I laugh and…
– I don’t understand kids today. I’ve tried. But they are nothing like I was at their age. In my younger years, I did not swoon over effeminate beauties like Justin Bieber (we didn’t even have an equivalent in the mid-90s. We settled for a young Brad Pitt and we liked it). I did not…
– I’ve tried writing this post three times already. I spent the whole morning working on it, then most of the afternoon. At one point, it may have even reduced me to tears. And by “may have” I mean “definitely.” The problem is that I can’t be objective on this topic. I know what you’re…
– I’ve mentioned before that I don’t think photos should be taken in museums. And I stand by that point, even though I’m a really huge hypocrite about the whole thing. I defend my actions by claiming that I have to take photos for the blog. If I couldn’t take pictures, I’d have to pepper…
It’s been an odd week. I tried to figure out precisely what to say about it, but I’ve been at a loss for words. That extra day in the middle of it – February 29th – really threw me for a loop. “How would you describe this week?” I asked Rand, hoping for a little…
I know it’s not *technically* Wednesday, but yesterday was Leap Day, so that threw me off schedule. Plus, Davy Jones died, so I spent most of the afternoon listening to “Daydream Believer” and feeling heartbroken. So instead, I bring you WTF Wednesday … on Thursday. My friend Mike’s birthday was this week, and Rand and…
– “There is never enough time,” Rand is fond of telling me, and I nod in agreement. It might as well be our mantra. I didn’t always feel this way. When I met my husband I was bored and lonely and every day seemed to stretch on forever. It was excruciating. And then he arrived…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
Paperback Available March 11th
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