– I was a vegetarian for 6 weeks when I was 19. It was a confusing, misguided time for me. I was dating a young man who didn’t eat meat, and, well … who hasn’t done something stupid for a boy? When he broke up with me, I treated myself to a dinner out: bacon-wrapped…
When I met Rand, he was living with one of his guy friends. Their apartment was a quintessential bachelor pad: it had two bedrooms, smelled of Old Spice deodorant, and was furnished with enormous black leather couches and geometric prints. There was an abundance of electronics, and not a single framed photograph of a loved one. When…
I am jumping around in time, because I can’t let another day go by without telling you about Peru. My tales from Florida, from New York, from Philly (including the best cupcake I have ever had), and from our road trip to Ashland will all have to wait. Our trip to Peru was one of…
– Elementary school was not an easy time for me. I know, you’re shocked, right? I mean, who wouldn’t want to be friends with a 70-pound girl with an adult-sized nose? (Quote from my friend Peter: “You must have looked like a pterodactyl.”) Plus, I was awesome. My incomplete Babysitter’s Club book collection, my gender-bending…
– 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…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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