Month: December 2016

I Wore A Pink Bunny Suit in the Christmas Story House

Posted on
Dec 24, 2016
4
Posted in: Attractions, Museums

I know that a good story requires build-up before a big reveal, but I’ve never had the patience for that. While everyone else is sitting through the rising action, I’m screaming “GET TO THE CLIMAX,” which doesn’t always fly in the middle of a movie theater or wedding ceremony or bris. And so, breaking all…

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Time Keeps Passing.

Posted on
Dec 12, 2016
33
Posted in: Personal Essay

The thing about time is that it moves on, even if you aren’t ready to. My father died last week. While I remain stuck, trying to grasp that fact, the days keep passing. I still hadn’t processed the statement “My father died today” or “My father died yesterday” before the clock had rendered them obsolete.…

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I Wore a Hijab in Turkey. Here’s What It Was Like.

Posted on
Dec 6, 2016
Posted in: Random Musings

The most common question I get from women who found out I’ve been to Turkey is this: What did you wear?   The answer is pretty much exactly what I wear in the states: jeans (ones that manage to be too big everywhere except for the thighs, which are too tight) t-shirts (note: most of…

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  • It's all about the cropping. #boop #thisagain #randaldineselfie #selfiesonaplane
  • Dinner with these handsome fools.
  • Finished products. Feeling pretty darn pleased.
  • One of us is not doing a good job of handling the prospect of returning home.
  • Staring from the stairs. Seriously, all hotels need to be built in old monasteries, don't @ me.
  • Him: Take my arm.

Me: *incoherent giggling*
  • It is incredibly hard to capture how incredible our hotel in Canelli is. It was once a monastery, and monks lived here for a hundred years. The halls echo, the ceilings are vaulted, and we eat breakfast in an old stone cellar.
  • A bit of Michelin starred magic this evening. Veal cheeks with onions, foraged salad, tajarin with loads of truffles, and a chocolate soufflé. And then she threw her pants out the window.
  • Rooftops in Barbarello.
  • Foggy rooftops in Canelli. We're staying at a hotel that was once a monastery above this little town.

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