– When I first starting dating Rand, during my junior year of college (for those of you keeping track at home, it was approximately a lifetime ago), I lived in a windowless apartment. I may be exaggerating slightly. It wasn’t exactly windowless – it had three, to be precise. But each and every one of…
– In high school, I had to be at school by 7:25. IN THE MORNING. I know, I know. It sounds positively inhuman, doesn’t it? I’m fairly sure that in most parts of Europe, it would constitute child abuse (like Spain. Seriously, next time you have to get up early, think WWTS –What Would The…
– I never imagined myself to be the sort of person who’d go on safari. It’s just not in my genetics. I don’t really like the sun. Large animals frighten me. And I don’t look all that good in khaki. Plus, I have very short legs, and I’m not particularly good at running. If things…
– I’m not a plant person. I suppose that’s far better than not being a people person. Or not being a dog person. Or a cat person. (For the record, I am two of the three. I’ll let you guess.) It’s not that plants and I have a bad relationship (except for blackberry bushes. Those…
– I have a problem with mixing up beauty and goodness. I am fully aware of how bad this is. I mean, I’ve seen Snow White, guys. I get that the evil queen can be both hot and, well, evil. But I still have trouble getting my head around that fact. I just can’t get…
– I have a little bit of psychotic episode every time I go to an aquarium. Part of me is thinking, “You should not be here. You are in some amazing part of the world that few people get to visit, and you should be out seeing unusual and unique things and not staring, slack-jawed,…
– My husband is a non-believer. I don’t mean to say he isn’t religious. At least, I don’t mean to just say that he isn’t religious. There are lots of things that Rand doesn’t believe in or ascribe to. Here is a short list: Tarot cards Palm readers Any type of healing that involves crystals…
– There are moments of my life that are so perfect, so ridiculously wonderful, that eloquence fails me. You’d think that those would be the times when words would come most easily. But when you are surrounded by poetry, it is incredibly hard to create more of it. You simply look around, stupefied, and think,…
– It’s funny how quickly the bizarre becomes normal. How things that are strange and weird become familiar and every day. So that after a while, we forget that they’re even all that strange, until someone else points it out to us. When we first moved back to Seattle from Florida, nearly 20 years…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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