I am taking a sick day. Possibly two. My head feels like it is simultaneously underwater and in a vice. And yet, all I can be is grateful for this diabolical cold (can it even be called that? Colds seem to be adorable, light little things easily relieved by a pack of tissues and NyQuil…
– As a kid, I never understood the expression “You can’t go home again”. I thought it was idiotic. After sleepovers at friends’ houses, after long afternoons at band practice, after a week at SeaCamp (oh, don’t act so surprised: I was and still am a dork), home was always waiting for me. No matter…
The place: a restaurant on the lower west side in Manhattan. The time: a few weeks ago, on a very warm summer night. The characters: Tom Critchlow (admitted smart-ass); me (totally not a smart-ass AT ALL). ————— Tom: You know what your blog needs? Me: What’s that? Tom: More photos of you and Rand kissing.…
Three years ago today, I made you laugh until you cried. – – —
September 11th came and went, and I was somewhat relieved it was on a Sunday, meaning that I didn’t necessarily have to post about it. Because, as selfish as this may sound, I’m truly terrible when it comes to writing about tragedies or events that deserve respect. I try to seek out the good in…
I was going through some photos from the past year (yes, I was feeling nostalgic for 30), and I came across this little gem, taken last summer when I was visiting family down in California: – The doll belonged to my cousin’s youngest daughter – and it was headless. My cousin’s eldest helpfully pointed out…
I have to share something with you has absolutely nothing to do with travel. Not really, anyway. It’s a little narcissistic. I hope you won’t mind. Ready? Here goes: It’s my birthday. I know. I’m positively tickled. I love birthdays. Entire days dedicated to eating cake and wearing party dresses. It’s not unlike what I…
There was a knock on the bathroom door in the middle of the night. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” I said. Which was sort of true. I was presently in the process of squatting in my friend’s old clawfoot bathtub, running cold water over my head and body in an attempt to alleviate the crippling…
Life is not convenient. You are most likely not shocked by this revelation, right? I mean, you probably suspected that life wasn’t meant to be convenient from a very early age. Like when you were curled up in bed during winter break, all snug and cozy, and you realize that you desperately have to pee.…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
Paperback Available March 11th
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