I’ve heard that living well is the best revenge. This always struck me as ridiculous because everyone knows that the best revenge is actual revenge, and if it subtly hearkens back to the way that you were originally wronged by the party in question, all the better. As many of you know, I get…
I thought Santa Fe was beautiful. Rand had been wanting to visit for years, had built it up in his mind so much that he had already asked me if I wanted to move there before we’d even set foot on the ground. He’d idealized so much that reality had trouble living up to what…
“What’s the hardest part about writing a book?” I’ve been asked this question a lot lately, and my answer is what you’d expect: figuring out which darlings to fight for and which to cut, weaving a cohesive narrative, and finding an author bio photo of me that doesn’t have obscene words in the background.…
I’ve been reading the news coming out of Turkey through the haze of jet lag, trying to piece together the intricacies of the story while half asleep. I usually take a while to write about the places that we’ve traveled to (mostly out of laziness, but I will tell you the delay is due to…
We went to Turkey with our friends and their toddler. This seems impossible now, six short months later. I suspect it will seem even more impossible in the coming years. But we went from Istanbul to Cappadocia, and he wandered in the dust and the sunshine. And he tried to eat my husband’s nose. I…
By the time we land in Seattle, I am tired of people asking about the contents of the plastic toolbox. Both Rand and I have carried it from my father’s tiny Bavarian village to Munich to Amsterdam and now home, each of us now acutely aware of how ill-suited a container it is for transportation.…
The thing about having the phrase “petty theft” in the title of my book (AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER NOW) is that everyone assumes – perhaps fairly – that I am driven by compulsive thievery. This is inaccurate. In reality, my thieving is calculated and vengeful, to be meted out upon deserving parties in the name of…
So, wait, you’re a travel writer? Well, kind of. I mean, I travel a lot and I write about it, but I don’t know if my blog is actually useful for- That sounds amazing. Yeah, it’s pretty fun … Honestly, sometimes I think it’s wasted on me. I get motion sickness and I’m sort…
The most common question I get from women who found out I’ve been to Turkey is this: What did you wear? The answer is pretty much exactly what I wear in the states: jeans (ones that manage to be too big everywhere except for the thighs, which are too tight) t-shirts (note: most of…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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