– The other day, I botched a batch of homemade cookies that I had been making for get-together with friends (or maybe my intent was just to sit in front of the TV and eat all of them by myself. Whatever.) This shook me to my core. A large portion of my life is devoted…
– 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 don’t really know how to begin telling you about Bushman’s Kloof. Words don’t usually fail me. In fact, I often have them in excess. They dribble out of my mouth at particularly inopportune times. Like when I’m telling a story at noisy party, and I find myself shouting the gory details in order…
Last week the blog was a little thin. I was so busy, I was only able to get one post up. It wasn’t that I had a ton to do, or that I didn’t feel like writing. It’s because I was getting ready to speak at Ignite Seattle. The Ignite Conference series is built around…
Folks, I am a bit of a thief. No, I’m not referring to that one time in Barcelona (though I must say, the sheer amount of hate mail I got over that post was both unexpected and delightful). My sticky-fingeredness occurs far more often than that. I steal from friends, from loved ones, from both…
– Have you ever fallen in love with a place that you’ve visited, but you can’t really figure out why? There’s just something inexplicable about it that makes you happy to be there? And the more you try to describe your rationale for loving it, the crazier you sound? To the point where you might…
– Every time that Rand and I stay in an old hotel, we have a similar exchange: Me: This place is nice. Too bad it’s haunted. Rand: Baby, this place isn’t haunted. Me: You’d like for me to think that, wouldn’t you? Rand: Yes. Yes, I would. I would very much like for you to…
While walking around Madrid, Rand and I saw this sculptural relief on the facade of the building, done in the classical style (is it ancient Roman in its influences? Let’s say yes, because I know squat about sculpture): – And then we saw the same relief, this time rendered with a Cubist slant: – And…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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