– No matter how much I travel, I find that there are things that still surprise me about Europe. Like universal health care. Or the ubiquity of nutella. Or the fact that you can drive for a few hours and find yourself in a radically different country that isn’t Canada or Mexico. And let’s not…
Seattle, it seems, has finally figured out what month it is, and the sunny and peculiarly warm days that characterized the fall thus far are now over. They’ve been replaced by cool winds grey skies, and foggy cityscapes. I am totally okay with this, however, since it means I can whip out my snuggie and…
I realize that one of the most important parts of travel is embracing the unknown. We travel to strange lands and discover what is different and foreign to us, and our minds and hearts are opened. I understand this, I really and truly do. And yet, there is something incredibly wonderful about finding the familiar…
I am well aware that I owe you guys tons of posts. I need to tell you all about Ireland, and Northern Ireland (yes, the two are different. Don’t for a second think that they aren’t very, very different), and I have gobs to tell you about Milwaukee. Because, man, did I love Milwaukee (it is a…
– While we were in Northern Ireland, I decided that we needed to visit the Giant’s Causeway despite not really knowing what it was. When Rand asked, I replied with the rather vague and not-entirely accurate, “It’s a big rocky thingy. Um … with giants.”
– I recently learned that I’m not all that afraid of heights. I kind of hoped that I would be. Fear of heights is your brain’s way of saying, “Don’t take us tumbling off a cliff, please.”
Rand refuses to believe I have a bad side. Photographically speaking, I mean. He knows I have a dark and sinister and downright evil side to my personality – that could never be disputed. It shows itself in full force when I’m stuck in traffic, when too much time has elapsed between my consumption of snacks,…
– Not all trips go smoothly. I’d like to say that they did. I really do. I’d like to tell you that every single journey is a cakewalk, that my hair looks consistently wonderful and blows in the wind as my husband and I frolick through fields hand-in-hand.
It’s Friday! And I’m finding a quiet peace in knowing that life is getting back to normal: it’s once again grey in Seattle (after days and days of sunshine, which, I won’t lie, was making me nervous), the regular NFL refs have gone back to work (after a seriously bungled call during last Monday’s game),…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
Paperback Available March 11th
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