I become a huge, unmitigated dork whenever anyone points a camera at me. Okay, fine: I’m a huge, unmitigated dork in most circumstances, and that includes when someone points a camera at me. –
– Have you ever returned from a trip, or a party, some sort of special, I-really-should-take-photos kind of event, and realize that you took barely any photos at all? You may have a handful of them, but they are blurry or poorly-composed or they make you think “Why in god’s name did I take a…
– I think the true test of any marriage is how well you can handle being stuck in traffic together.
– Do you ever look back at events, with the hindsight of years gone by, and wonder how exactly you were able to get through them? In high school, a friend of mine commented on this phenomenon. She and I had gone to Homecoming (with our respective dates) a mere two weeks or so after…
– Do you ever have moments of absolutely pure conviction? Where you don’t need anyone else’s opinion on something, because you are 100% certain that you are about to make the right decision? I rarely have moments like that. I require someone else’s feedback on everything. Which shoes I should wear. What books I should…
It’s been six weeks since my surgery. My surgeon said that it would take about six weeks until I felt completely like myself again. Six weeks until I was more or less recovered. And he was right. I feel like myself. More or less. I feel more tired. And more sensitive. Literally. I have a…
– It’s taken me a while to get around to writing this post. First, I needed to wait until my rage subsided. That took longer than I thought it would.
For several days, there were staples in my head. I wish there were a more technical term for them, but there isn’t. They were not sutures or metallic head brackets or anything like that. These were good, old-fashioned, industrial-size staples, like the kind you’d find at the hardware store. Miraculously, I don’t remember most of…
Brain surgery was not what I thought it would be. As ridiculous as it sounds, going into it, I convinced myself it wouldn’t be a big deal. I know, I know. How does one actually convince themselves that brain surgery isn’t that big a deal? I don’t rightly know, but believe me when I tell…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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