It’s time to tell you about my friend Emily. I met Emily the summer before 8th grade. I didn’t like her on sight. In fact, the word “nemesis” was tossed around. I’m going to be upfront with you and admit there was no acceptable reason for my staunch disapproval. She WAS from Houston. If that […]
In planning my first move to Europe, I had this grand delusion that it would be just like home except with cobblestone streets, architecture older than 1952, pubs full of locals drunkenly singing in unison and exotic-accented men, as those are the only reasons anyone moves to Europe in the first place. I definitely got […]
I'm not ready for scarves and crockpots. I didn't get the memo that summer was over. Just yesterday I was flopping around in the sea like a manatee, coated in Coppertone with the Mediterraean sun beating down on my face. Well, not YESTERDAY, but fairly recently. And, dammit, I wasn't done yet. I can't remember the […]
I have been on a long, arduous mission. A mission to find the perfect red sauce. When I was a little girl, and a teenager then a college student, there was an Italian (a term I use loosely) restaurant in my hometown that I adored for their lasagna. It wasn't a fancy place. It wasn't […]