I make bad decisions. This should surprise no one, myself included. There was the time I attempted to make it to Greenwich (and subsequently learned that Greenwich and North Greenwich are two distinct places). Or the time I thought that this outfit was a good idea. The point is? I do dumb things. But at…
Southern California is a different world. There are those who are compelled to tell you otherwise. They claim that SoCal is not only part of our planet, but part of our country. This is patently untrue. After all, the laws of my country are clear. Marijuana is illegal; llamas do not have right of way;…
I am sick. Like, wrapped up in a promotional Snuggie given to me after one of my husband’s speaking gigs sick. Like, contemplating which TV show to watch that won’t include too much conflict or plot development, because my NyQuil-addled brain won’t be able to follow it sick. I need to go back to bed.…
When you’re a kid, familial roles seems permanent and immutable. You are one of the children, though you don’t necessarily regard yourself as such. The definition you carry is far less important than the one you’ve designated to others. Parents and aunts and uncles – these make up the grown-ups. They are caregivers and disciplinarians,…
1. Horizon Airlines plane, Santa Barbara Airport – 2. Spotted near the Danish town of Solvang, CA.
I am not an exhibitionist. I may wear my heart on my sleeve, but let it be known – my sleeve is staying right where it is. I don’t tend to show that much skin. There are a few exceptions to this rule, of course, when I have been know to throw caution (and my…
Sometimes, I find it’s very easy to predict what I’d like. For example, if you took me to some sort of cake exhibition that required us to wear pretty clothes and comfy shoes, I would enjoy that very much. On the other hand, if you made me listen to “comedy” of Dane Cook while sampling…
The other day, my friend Kim and I were defending our tendency to wash out and re-use Zip-loc plastic bags. Apparently our hoighty-toighty significant others find it “gouache”. WHICH IT SO IS NOT. Those things are expensive (besides, we’re saving the planet). In middle school, we only had the fold-over closure plastic sandwich bags in…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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