I spend a lot of my waking hours feeling subtle pangs of regret for all the things I should have said but didn’t, for all the tiny little things that I really wish I had done but ultimately did not. I am haunted by the specters of unrealized acts and things unsaid. In my life,…
On the drive to Bushman’s Kloof from Cape Town, our bus overheated.
– Rand and I are currently in Boston; in a few days, we’ll be driving up to New Hampshire for a conference; a few of his colleagues will be making journey with us. That’s right: we’re going on a road trip. WITH PEOPLE WE LIKE AND CONSIDER FRIENDS. Oh, dear.
Note: Since my posts are generally too wordy, I decided to see what happened when I made something a little too photo-y. Enjoy. – One hot summer’s day, seemingly a lifetime ago, when I was in Kansas, we drove and drove. – We drove through a part of the country most people only fly over. We…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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