The other day I was jogging. Through a cemetery. – It was awful. The jogging, I mean. The cemetery was lovely. I find them kind of peaceful. I suppose my mom instilled that in me, which is weird, because she’s reared me to be terrified of so many other things (like thong underwear and undercooked…
I went to L.A. and brought him a toy train on a string. I figured it would go over well, and it did. I wasn’t really surprised. He is my brother’s son, after all. He dragged the train around with him, and then he showed it to Rand. –
– The thing that I love about humanity, besides Thai food and the tendency to dress our young up as animals, is our commitment to the arts. That as a species, as soon as our basic needs are met (and even if they aren’t) we all hellbent on writing and composing and painting and sculpting…
Rand is currently out of town (he left on Sunday morning, and he’ll be back tonight). His absence makes me nervous, because when he is not around, it means that I am alone. Now, that wouldn’t be a problem except for this: I should not be left alone, ever. Being alone means that I am…
After a glorious October and a wonderful start to November, it seems that the rain has finally caught up with us here in the northwest. As I stare at the droplets streaked across my office window, I realize that I have very little motivation to change out of my pjs on this grey morning. While…
We had a rental car in Philadelphia, but still I walked. I walked through downtown, down to the Italian market and back up again. When I got tired, I took the subway or hopped on a bus. But mostly, I saw the city on foot. I walked in muggy heat and pouring rain, both of…
– I have a persistent and haunting memory from my childhood. I must have been 8 or 9 years old, and I was at the county fair in Florida. County fairs in the south are a big deal: they’re fun but also sort of creepy and disturbing. The structures are temporary, there’s extension cords everywhere,…
I’m sorry for the lull in blogging, and the long delay in recounting the highlights of our Philly trip. I promise to get back to all of that tomorrow. Today, though, I wanted to tell you about something that happened during our weekend jaunt to California. Because I think the full force of it hasn’t…
– I arrived at Oyster House long after the lunch rush, which is one of the advantages of traveling eastward – by the time you are hungry, everyone else has eaten. It came recommend to me by our friend Nora, with whom we were staying. “It’s really good,” she said. “And don’t worry – they have…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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