It just hit me. My grandpa’s 90th birthday is fast approaching. My mother has been doing her motherly things and has planned a grand escape for the family. She rented a whole section of cabins on Lake McDonald in Glacier Park. It is one of my papa’s favorite places. All of the family has been invited to […]
Q: I’m hosting Christmas dinner for the first time ever this year. I think I’m pretty well prepared, but my mother always manages to say something nasty to me about how clean (or, according to her, how unclean) my house is, and I end up in tears every time she visits. What’s the best way […]
I would love to have been Daphne Du Maurier. Not only does her life read like a great, enjoyable romp, we also share many of the same interests, an obsession with the past being one of them. Du Maurier made her own family’s history the subject of several books, wrote Branwell Brontë’s biography, and tackled […]
When I was 5 years old, I was the only girl at my preschool that didn’t have a white pair of cowboy boots.
I’ve lived in Oregon for nearly eight years. Besides my Keens, my Decemberists shirts, and my reusable bags, the most Portland thing about me is that I take pictures of my food.
You learn her source, and we’ll introduce her to her insect reflection. Um… that, that was funny… if you um, if you studied Taglarin mythic rights… and are a complete dork.
I am a feminist. I don’t hide it and I don’t shirk away from the label. Recently it has come to my attention that because of this, I think my dad thinks I hate men. Sigh.
I haven’t had the greatest experiences at family holiday get-togethers. I actually dread them. And not because I don’t like seeing my family but rather, I don’t like being in the same room with all of my immediate and extended family members at the same time.
I have always loved Christmas. I revel in the holiday season as a whole. I wish I could say it was for some noble, baby Jesus reason, but nope. I love all the decorations, music, and rampant consumerism.
In a land far, far away from Persephone HQ, where Unicorns run free, it was raining cats and dogs. This was the perfect day for an indoor picnic.
Every day I read a new story about a young trans* person and it warms my heart. We are finally winning our battles. Even with the douchey bumps in the road, (Hi, NOM! See you in California again!) we seem to be progressing as a society for more acceptance and love of who we are. […]
Four filled shelves, each approximately three feet wide: I inherited these records from my father when he died in 2005. While I’ve never taken full inventory of how many I own, they contain so many classic gems that sometimes I can hardly believe that one can be so lucky.
The biggest regret I have seems insignificant in the grand scheme of things. I should regret so many of the things I’ve said and done, all the trips I didn’t take because of a shortage of cash, being a bad friend and blaming it on things outside of my control. But my biggest regret isn’t […]
To borrow a note from Monday’s open thread, tell us about your weirdest/craziest family vacations!