– The other day, I botched a batch of homemade cookies that I had been making for get-together with friends (or maybe my intent was just to sit in front of the TV and eat all of them by myself. Whatever.) This shook me to my core. A large portion of my life is devoted…
– On our last night on Hayman Island, it rained.
– Sunsets on Hayman island were quite lovely. I’m mostly speculating here: we missed a large number of them. We were so jet lagged that we were often in our room by dusk, impatiently watching the last bit of light disappear from the sky so we could justifiably crawl into bed. I don’t know if…
– I have some disappointing news. Are you sitting down? You should probably sit down. You aren’t going to like what I have to say. This piece of news is up there with learning that Santa and professional wrestling are not real (if I just broke the news about either of those things to you…
– Years ago, when Rand and I were much younger and less squishy than we are now, we would go hiking. A lot. Nearly every weekend in the spring and summer, we’d jump into my KIA Spectra (and before that, my Dodge Neon, because I am very discerning about the vehicles I choose. I demand…
It’s Friday, folks. I’ve spent the entire week at home, and we’ve had sunshine nearly every single day. And if that wasn’t awesome enough, today is the 51st anniversary of the first issue of “The Incredible Hulk.” I’m going to see if I have any torn purple jeans (I want to wear them while I wander…
– Food on Hayman Island was absurdly expensive. I plan on writing an entire post about it, but it actually causes me physical pain to think about the prices of our meals there, so I’m procrastinating on that.
– This WTF Weds takes us back to London. But I start out with a little anecdote about Portland. It’s cool if you get confused. That’s how I spend most of my life. Last weekend I was in Portland, and despite being a city that I know and can navigate quite well, the following happened:…
In my continued efforts to keep it real, I would like to share yet another mortifying revelation about my younger years. Are you ready to abandon whatever lingering sliver of respect for me you had? Because here we go: for a longer time than is reasonable, I’ve wanted to be a Bond girl. Fear…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
Paperback Available March 11th
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