It was a dark week here in my hometown. We’ve had more shootings in the last six months than we had in all of 2011. The last rampage (which ended in the shooter killing himself) happened in my ...
He leans to kiss me, But stops; sees my red lipstick, And leaves me hanging. - -
- I have given up trying to get to Patisserie Valerie, which everyone and their brother tells me is the best bakery/dessert chain in London. Maybe it is. I wouldn’t know. Every time I’ve ...
Words are funny little things. I know, because I spend most of my days wrestling with them, trying to manipulate them into what I want them to be, often to no avail. Have you ever tried chiseling som...
Our most recent trip to Madrid was our first visit to the city in four years. The last time we were there – in 2008 – Rand and I were still engaged; I’d just been laid off, and idea...
While walking around Madrid, Rand and I saw this sculptural relief on the facade of the building, done in the classical style (is it ancient Roman in its influences? Let’s say yes, because I kn...
I seem to have left my brain somewhere. Not only was I unaware of the month and date, but I also started typing “2005″ into the title of this post. Yeah. Yeah. I know. I should probably g...
There are times when I feel like maybe I’m asking a little too much of the universe (“Give me an awesome husband, the opportunity to travel around the world, and lots of cupcakes, please....
As a kid, I wanted the window seat. Now I prefer the aisle, so I can get up to pee. - There are days when I feel far older than my 31 years (Wait, am I 31? What year is it …? No, I’m stil...
Look, London, I don’t ask for much (“Yeah, right.” – my husband). I expect my tea to be served warm, with a bit of milk and sugar. I expect it to rain at least half of the tim...
- I have a confession. It’s kind of a doozy. Are you ready? Here goes … I don’t love chocolate. Hey, where are you going? Hello… ? Wait … what is that? Is that a straigh...
Mmm ... "mit hackfleisch!" - I’m not a big shopper. Hold on just a sec, will you? My husband is reading over my shoulder, and has started laughing so hysterically at my opening senten...
Not only is today the birthday of someone close to me, but it also the anniversary of the eruption of Mount St. Helens. Oh, and ONE OF MY FRIENDS FOUND OUT SHE WAS CANCER FREE THIS MORNING. I am usin...
My darling husband has a slightly inflated impression of my foreign language abilities. A haggling session in Cuzco left him believing that my Spanish was far better than it actually is (It’s n...
Recently, I saw my first Banksy. Despite all the trips I’ve taken to London, I’ve managed to miss the provocative street artist’s work. On more than one occasion I’ve walked r...
Who knew keeping your shoes on would be such a luxury? - I am not a gambler. Should there be any doubts of this, note that I was in Vegas for two whole days and the greatest risk I took in a casino w...
It was bound to happen. Rand and I take a lot of photos. But this is basically like spotting bigfoot: - This is a photo of my father. SMILING. Let’s take a closer look, shall we? This, for him,...
When I am hungry while traveling, things go downhill very quickly. I become snappy and irritable and overly-sensitive. In a town like Munich, this can be problematic, because German isn’t exact...
It is sunny out and I AM IN NEW YORK CITY. I really must get off this laptop immediately. So here – links. Enjoy. I must run. ————&# 8212; “Their hooves grip like h...
This is how it begins. - I have a bladder the size of a chipmunk’s. No, no – stop praising me on how amazing this is. How it’s so ladylike and really quite Hollywood to have a bladd...
Bavarian food doesn’t f#ck around. Bavarian food is the guy at the gym in the tiny muscle tee who’s lifting weights so heavy, the veins in his neck and head (and other parts of the body t...
Before I tell you about the Deutsches Museum, I need to tell you about one of my greatest fears. I am terrified that one day, I will be either 1.) abducted by aliens or 2.) frozen in some sort of cry...
Today’s post is by my friend Dan, on whom I have a little crush. You might remember Dan from my account of our trip to the Oregon coast a million summers ago, or from his other brilliant guest ...
Damn. What a week. On Tuesday, Rand announced some rather big news (and yes, I am stupid proud of him and all the wonder people he works with. Congrats!). And then we spent two days in Vegas (just to...
I hope you aren’t yet sick of hearing about our trip to Germany. I still need to tell you about the rest of that Europe excursion – we went to London and Madrid, too – as well as ou...
I realize this post is going up a little late. Forgive me. Rand and I are in Vegas, and our hotel room has a magnifying mirror (you know my history with those) that has been very informative. Because...
- The English Garden (or Englischer Garten, for those of you who insist on showing off the B you earned in high school German class) is a massive public park located near downtown Munich. It is calle...
It is almost May. I’m slightly alarmed by this. Not just because the year is zipping by, and I’m wondering how I squandered away all that time with so little to show for it (Whither the s...
- We weren’t cool enough for The Woodsman Tavern, and we knew it. We’d found ourselves at the Portland restaurant at the recommendation of our friend Matt. We’d tried to go to Brode...
Souvenir: Accomplished. - I’m not big on souvenirs. At least, not in the traditional sense. Rand and I are on the road a lot, and if I purchased every delightfully tasteless memento I encounter...
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