You said you wanted to see the desert. I can’t remember where you got the idea, but once you had it, that was it. It’s happened plenty of times before – you become singularly focused, you get a particular look on your face, and the only thing left to do is follow you.
My trip to Palm Springs was nearly two months ago, but our travel schedule has been off to slow start in 2014 (or, rather, mine has), and there hasn’t been much else to blog about. So I figured I’d squeeze one last post from our trip, and it happens to be one of great significance. These…
Remember how I said, like, just last week that even though I wasn’t a religious person, I could easily get behind the beliefs of those who are religious? Let’s keep that in mind, and remember that I am sometimes open-minded and loving, and accepting of the beliefs of others. This, however, is not one of…
From the moment Rand told me about the Salton Sea, I wanted to go. I’m probably one of the few people in the last 50 years to have had that sentiment. Here’s why: The Salton Sea is not a hot getaway destination, or even a particularly nice place to kill a couple of hours,…
I’m not afraid of snakes. Someone in our little Palm Springs Vacation Party (Trademark pending) was, though. And so this conversation took place on our way to explore the Salton Sea, but I’m omitting attributions in order to protect the innocent.
Unless we’re talking about poltergeists or the healing power of cupcakes, I could not be described as a believer. I can’t even claim that I’m spiritual and not religious, because I’m not even that. The only thing that comes close in my life is my tendency to say “HOLY CATS” when I’m shocked about…
I know it isn’t Wednesday – I didn’t blog yesterday because I spent the entire morning and part of the afternoon downtown, participating in the largest gathering of people in Seattle, ever. It was strange and crazy and a bit magical. And as I was flipping through my photos from Palm Springs, I came across…
For years, my aunt has tried to persuade me to move to California. Her tactic has been repetition of the state’s numerous glittering qualities. “We have the beaches, and then the mountains are just an hour away. An hour! You can go swimming at the beach and then go skiing!” When that fails, mostly…
– Dear Vacation Palm Springs, Hi guys! I wanted to send you a letter just between us, you know? But since you aren’t answering any of our emails, and it’s pretty obvious you aren’t going to reimburse us for the money we sent you, I figured I’d just drag all our dirty laundry into the…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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