This man is a god: – What’s that? Er, no, I’m sorry. Not the man in foreground. The man in the foreground is my husband. He has many lovely attributes, of which “god-like” is not one. He is charitable and kind and good, and he often smells fantastic. While he is one of the best…
Thank you all for your kind words, retweets, comments, Facebook likes, and support today. It’s been truly amazing, and I really feel humbled and undeserving of all of the attention I’ve received. I mean, I not saying I don’t love it. I’m just saying … it’s all a little overwhelming, and hard to process. I’m…
Edward and I have inherited a tendency from our dad. I’m not sure if it’s a conscious one (I know for me, it’s not. Hell, I’m doing it right now). Our faces, at rest, are usually scowls. It might be that the opening for our ocular nerve is abnormally big, thus letting in too much…
There are parts of our Rome trip which I would like to share with you, but I can’t. I would like, for example, to share with you the name of the restaurant where Rand’s friend Fleur took us, but I swore to her that I would not. I willfully forgot its name and location. I…
They are four-inch-tall, rhinestone-studded confections. And they were probably a mistake. – And yet, I regret nothing. I found them in a boutique near Piazza Navona, as the rain fell on our last morning in Rome. I saw them in the window, and stopped abruptly. The way romantic leads do in Hollywood movies. I stopped,…
My husband is a lovely and trusting soul. He has this persistent and annoying belief that humans are good at heart, despite my greatest attempts to contrary. I can’t seem to quash his faith in people, nor eliminate that sparkle of hope that permanently shines in his eye. Behold: – That doesn’t mean I haven’t…
Mother’s Day is just around the corner, and I couldn’t think of a better way of celebrating than by paying tribute to her on my blog. Which, really, could almost be rephrased as an insult: “Really? You couldn’t think of a better way of celebrating than by writing on your blog? Seriously?” And no, seriously,…
Should the great day ever dawn that I have children, I imagine that their studies of U.S. history will be divided by a line of demarcation on September 11th, 2001. There will be the America that existed before that date, and the America that existed after, and even the most worldly of us have to…
– Hi. Remember me? Yeah, it’s been a while. And I’m sincerely sorry. Those of you who’ve followed the blog religiously for last year or so (to whom I say both “thank you” and “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?”) know that this is out-of-character. My highly-developed sense of Catholic guilt combined with an over-achiever attitude…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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