Words are funny little things. I know, because I spend most of my days wrestling with them, trying to manipulate them into what I want them to be, often to no avail. Have you ever tried chiseling someone’s likeness in a a hunk of jell-o? It’s something like that. But I love them, and I…
Look, London, I don’t ask for much (“Yeah, right.” – my husband). I expect my tea to be served warm, with a bit of milk and sugar. I expect it to rain at least half of the time I’m in the city. I expect cab drivers to call me “love” or “miss” instead of the…
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 realize this post is going up a little late. Forgive me. Rand and I are in Vegas, and our hotel room has a magnifying mirror (you know my history with those) that has been very informative. Because of it, I learned that I not only had a unibrow, but also a teeny tiny mustache.…
Dear Deutsche Museum, I like you, I really do. You are at the top of my list of attractions to visit in Munich. I had a ridiculously fun time roaming through all of your exhibits and halls, and I became acutely aware of how little I know about … well, everything. In particular, I enjoyed…
– Rand and I walked through the Museum of Modern Art in Manhattan, holding hands. It was early winter, and he was neglecting his work in order to enjoy the art. This happens approximately never, so I was making good use of the time by squeezing his hand really tightly. “Ouch.” Love hurts, babe. Get…
Folks, I have many, many, many, many flaws. If it’s okay with you, I’d rather skip the details and just leave it at that. I’m a decent human being. I’m not a great human being. But Spain made me a slightly worse one. And I’m kind of okay with that. Despite my many flaws (see…
I have no problem with the notion that Jesus lives. Whether you are referring to your passion for your lord and savior, or simply taking note of a Hispanic man named Jesus who happens to have a zest for life, I find this statement to be pretty innocuous. However, I do think it’s kind of weird…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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