Sometimes, I take for granted how much my husband puts up with. – Indeed, that might be the understatement of the year. If my beloved is reading this, he’s probably done a spit take all over his computer while sputtering, “YOU THINK?” My poor, maligned love. He puts up with a lot. From me. And during…
– I’ve just returned from California. I spent several days spent in the company of my family, which is always a fascinating experience. Nothing makes me question reality more. I’ve tried explaining to my friends that my relations see things differently than the rest of the world, but my point is often lost. “All families…
– Sometimes, I suck. I mean, big time. Several of you are reading those lines and thinking, “Oh, yes, I know. I was just about to leave a comment on your blog expressing that EXACT same sentiment.” Others of you are thinking, “Well, sure, you suck, but who among us does not?” And for your…
It was bound to happen. Rand and I take a lot of photos. But this is basically like spotting bigfoot: – This is a photo of my father. SMILING. Let’s take a closer look, shall we?
I like to describe my brother as a triple threat: he’s an actor. And an asshole. And he’s my brother. That counts as three things, right? Oh, and occasionally he takes photos of things. Which you’d think would make him a quadruple threat. But really, most of his pictures just reinforce the fact that he’s…
In my family, I have six male cousins, all of whom are older than me. Add to the mix my big brother, and I was left the sole girl amongst 7 boys. –
It is the first Monday of the new year, and I am sure many of you, like me, are in the throes of a rather nasty vacation hangover. I can picture you, wherever you may find yourself (at the office; in a minivan full of children you don’t really know or like; in central holding…
I am officially phoning this one in. I know, I know – it’s completely and utterly lame of me, but let’s be fair: no one is really working this week, unless eating Christmas cookies and shopping can somehow constitute work (it sadly does not, otherwise I’d be making overtime). So rather than post something brand…
A message to my bro, on his (AGE REDACTED) birthday; Remember how mom used to make us celebrate our birthdays together on the 14th? – And how we totally hated it? When you put your foot down and declared enough of that – SEPARATE BIRTHDAYS, DAMN IT! – I was completely happy. I didn’t miss…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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