I’m swamped – positively swamped. But I’m kind of thrilled about all the things I have on my plate: loads of travel, and hopefully some delicious desserts, too. So while I try to track down an elusive (but supposedly amazing) ice cream shop, please enjoy a collection of links that I’ve gathered from the last…
– I owe my husband a thank you. Without him, I might have gotten cholera, or bed bugs, or lord knows what else.
– The strangest thing happened to me that last time I was in London: I went to a museum dedicated to Britain’s role in WWII. And I liked it. I know – you’re thinking that you can’t have read that correctly. “She must have meant cupcakes,” you think. “Or possibly Jeff Goldblum. She just got…
I cannot tell you when my friendship with Deanna began. It can probably be traced back to a single tweet, sent long ago, but I couldn’t say for sure. The details are lost to time – I can only say that at some point we started talking, and one day I told my husband that…
I love London. I’ve heard people complain that it’s too big and heartless, the locals too rude and impersonal, but I’ve never gotten that impression. I find the city vibrant and welcoming and a little quirky, and that goes double for most of its inhabitants. And coming from the-perpetually-damp-Seattle, I can laugh when people complain…
It’s been a week. I really don’t even know what to say other than that. I, the gal who always has plenty to say about virtually every topic (whether I have a clue of what I’m talking about or not), have been left utterly speechless by the events of the past few days. Since the…
There are times when the universe likes to remind you that it, and not you, is in charge. And the reminders are not entirely painless. They’re reminiscent of the love bites my cousin’s dog gives. You think you’re playing around, and then all of a sudden – “OUCH.” You make it through intact, but still…
This man is a god: – What’s that? Er, no, I’m sorry. Not the man in foreground. The man in the foreground is my husband. He has many lovely attributes, of which “god-like” is not one. He is charitable and kind and good, and he often smells fantastic. While he is one of the best…
This week, my husband and I were supposed to be in France. We are not (it is a loooong story, and one which I will share with you later this week). As I was preparing for our visit, I tried to figure out when Rand and I might be able to pop into the Louvre…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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