The rich are different from you and I. They have more art. (They also have smaller dogs, but this is a post about art). When Rand’s grandparents made us an appointment to visit the Barnes Museum outside of Philadelphia few months back, I had a vision in my head of walking into a crazy person’s…
Some days in New York do not come together well. I may get lost. I’ll take the wrong subway, or I won’t be able to get a cab. I’ll arrive at my destination late, hungry, and angry. And some days, things just fall into place. Not perfectly, mind you. I might end up slightly late…
– Ah, folks, it’s that time of year again … the leaves are changing, there’s a chill in the air, and one of my favorite holidays is just around the corner. So what better way to start your Halloween festivities that to talk about the spookiness of Salem, Massachusetts? Wait, what? It’s November? Halloween was…
As some of you may already know, I am a huge dork. My biological classification is dorkus malorkus. It is something over which I take great pride because, frankly, I’ve already tried being ashamed of my innate dorkitude, and that didn’t get me anywhere. And so, I embrace my inner dork often (she likes hugs).…
It’s 6am, and I’m wide awake. I have been for an hour. This is the downside of travel – jet-lag that strikes almost randomly – gone one day, here the next, leaving you with the almost beyond-human superpower of waking up before dawn without an alarm. Without so much as a yawn. (Except just now…
My friend Lauren came up to see me a few weeks ago for my birthday. She hopped on a plane and flew up to Seattle from San Francisco, for no other reason than to hang out. The subsequent geekery that ensued was neither planned nor expected. Lauren is from New York: she’s feisty and direct.…
I am absolutely exhausted. It’s 10:40 at night as I type this, and I’m on the verge of sleep. And yet, for reasons I can’t exactly explain, I figured now was a good time to tell you about my accidental trip to the San Francisco Maritime National Historical Park. I’ve embarked on this post, knowing…
Many years ago, I was friends with a girl who, despite being abrasive and a bit mean, had a wonderful way of explaining things. She was telling me why she felt that she could never be friends with any of her ex-boyfriends. “At some point, I will look at him and think: Hee-hee. I saw…
Please, Please do not read this post at work. Or around children. Or your mom. The photos included are most certainly Not Safe For Work, and don’t want to receive an email lecturing me about not having warned you. Because I just did. – Dear Friends; Despite my incredibly foul mouth, my godless behavior, and…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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