– Do you ever look back at events, with the hindsight of years gone by, and wonder how exactly you were able to get through them? In high school, a friend of mine commented on this phenomenon. She and I had gone to Homecoming (with our respective dates) a mere two weeks or so after…
– Do you ever have moments of absolutely pure conviction? Where you don’t need anyone else’s opinion on something, because you are 100% certain that you are about to make the right decision? I rarely have moments like that. I require someone else’s feedback on everything. Which shoes I should wear. What books I should…
– Have you ever fallen in love with a place that you’ve visited, but you can’t really figure out why? There’s just something inexplicable about it that makes you happy to be there? And the more you try to describe your rationale for loving it, the crazier you sound? To the point where you might…
– Every time that Rand and I stay in an old hotel, we have a similar exchange: Me: This place is nice. Too bad it’s haunted. Rand: Baby, this place isn’t haunted. Me: You’d like for me to think that, wouldn’t you? Rand: Yes. Yes, I would. I would very much like for you to…
– Yesterday, I noted that I was freaked out because the Touvelle House was right next to the Jacksonville Cemetery, and the risk of encountering zombies was therefore very high. I hope you all realize that I was joking. I am well aware of how ridiculous a statement like that sounds. We all know that…
– Have you ever found yourself doing something and had the stunning realization that you are, in fact, a grown-up? Like the first time you get behind the wheel of a car by yourself. Or when you put down the safety deposit on your very own apartment. Or when the D.A. tells you that you’re going…
– It’s taken me a while to get around to writing this post. First, I needed to wait until my rage subsided. That took longer than I thought it would.
It’s grey in Seattle. And chilly. I’m sitting here in my office, contemplating grabbing a sweater. For the record, I’m already wearing jeans and a t-shirt. But it’s in the high sixties in here, and I have goosebumps. It’s out of sheer stubbornness that I don’t grab a cardigan, because it is July, and that…
– I’m such a sucker for old things. Whether it be grey-haired octogenarians or day-old pastries, I find myself smitten. Sure, they’re sometimes a bit crustier than you’d like them to be, and you can’t help but think of what they were like when fresh, but they’re still fun to nibble on. AND THAT GOES DOUBLE…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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