A while ago, I wrote a blurb on a scrap sheet of paper. I finally added it to an old picture I had of my grandfather and my cousin.
Today’s post is by my dear friend Angela. She’s guest-blogged for me once before, and since then, she’s had a kid, started freelancing, launched her own site, and hopped around the globe a bit just for good measure (I suspect she spends her free time trying to crack the secrets of massive nutrinos). Fortunately, Angela…
The sun is chasing away a few wisps of lingering fog this morning. There is frost on the rooftops that I can see from my office. Downstairs, my husband is still in bed, still recouping from yesterday’s 4:20 am wake-up time, and having to travel to San Francisco and back in a matter of 12…
– In high school, I ate fast food nearly every day. While my colon now involuntarily spasms at the thought, I lunched at Burger King on Mondays through Fridays for the better part of my junior and senior years. And yet, miraculously, I was far thinner than I am now. It was clearly a superpower…
Rand and I have been home for twenty-three days. Twenty-three. This is the longest stretch of time we’ve both been home together for nearly a year. It’s also the gestation period for a female human (Edit: No, no it’s not. I’m just seeing if you were paying attention.) And it’s roughly the amount of time…
– On Halloween day, I headed to the Tribeca firestation made famous in Ghostbusters. That night, I channeled Margot Tennenbaum on the streets of midtown, eating stick after stick of candy cigarettes. The next day, I realized I wasn’t yet done paying pilgrimage to movie locations or obsessing over Wes Anderson. And so, on the…
Last week, I found out there was a trailer for Wes Anderson’s new movie, Moonrise Kingdom. I haven’t watched it yet. Not because I’m not interested – I am. I just like having it there, waiting for me. Knowing I can enjoy it whenever I want. It’s something I occasionally do with cupcakes. I sit…
I’m still at home, and my city is still covered in snow. Supposedly it will all melt today, and we’ll be left with puddles and sopping wet piles of mud, which is perhaps for the best, as that is what we are used to. Having spent the last few days in pajamas, I’m looking forward…
– It’s mid-January, and I find myself thinking about ice cream.
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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