Category: musings

There’s time for it. It doesn’t take all day. It doesn’t have to cost anything, really. Even if you’re one of those people (like me) who show their love through foodstuffs made of white flour and butter, there’s always the option of NOT BAKING. Smiling at people is not the hardest thing you’ll do today,

So I’ve had occasion lately to ponder my take on feminism. Here’s a weird thing about me. I’ve never aligned myself with feminism as a Thing, because I grew up in a home and a society that looked upon angry, noisy, bra-burning women with gentle pity and regret. In my brain, I assumed those women

I think we’ve established that I have the world’s cutest nieces and nephews, right? Well, my oldest niece, J, is spending this semester in Romania. And she’s taking the country by storm, natch. She sends me (and everyone) a weekly email detailing her adventures, and I wanted to show you this. She said I could.