We’ve been in mourning this week. On Thursday, we said goodbye to Shiva, our blue heeler who had been with me or my ex-husband or someone in my family for […]
In the quilting world, they are called UFOs. Unfinished objects. Any sewer worth their seam ripper has a whole stash of them. Projects they’ve started with a rush of creative […]
Just when I thought my Sweden story was coming to an end, a new chapter began. A few weeks before Christmas, I received an email from a man named Ronney. […]
Hedgehogs are apparently all over Gotland, and I didn’t see a one. Mainland Sweden has hedgehogs too, but so does this island 60 miles offshore. Four months ago, my sister […]
In 1892, my great great grandmother got on a boat. She was 37 years old and living on an island in the middle of the Baltic Sea with her two […]
Troy died 10 years ago today.
If you’ve known me for any length of time for the past 15 years, that name has come up.
Troy was my best friend. Like, that best friend at the top of the best friend pile who is secretly your favorite.
When I come home to visit Mom and Dad, I sleep under a fern. Bigger than a dog, smaller than a car, it’s a fuzzy green orb looking soft from […]
I just finished the 76th and final episode of “Friday Night Lights.” I was late to the FNL game, even though I’d heard people rave about the soundtrack, because I […]
Oh, buddy. I can’t tell you how excited I am to share here that next month, UT’s Food Lab is hosting a Women & Food Symposium that will feature Laura […]
See that cute little tomboy in the lower right hand of that photo? That’s me in fourth grade. Playing team sports year-round and growing more aware by the day of […]
(Editor’s note: This is another guest post from my friend Kimberly Wilmot Voss, who has written a number of excellent pieces for the Feminist Kitchen in the past year or […]
Today is my grandmother’s birthday. She’ll likely be celebrating the day quietly with my parents in Aurora, the Missouri town in which she has lived for more than 60 of […]
Happy New Year’s Eve! We’ve made it to the end of 2012, despite predictions that the world might come to an end a week or so ago. This is a […]
“It’s a pleasure to be here with you. It’s a pleasure to be here. It’s a pleasure to be.” That’s how Michael Fratkin starts his stirring TEDx talk about the […]
This woman has a story to tell. Her picture is painted on a whitewashed wall inside Texana Trails and Lodge, a bed and breakfast in La Grange that we’ve come […]
(Editor’s note: I’m so happy to welcome Kimberly Wilmot Voss back to the Feminist Kitchen. You’ll remember that she’s the Florida journalism professor who wrote a guest post about Phyllis Diller […]
Statesman editorial writer Alberta Phillips wrote a beautiful remembrance in today’s paper about her grandmother, Esther Harrison, who was part of the Great Migration, the exodus of more than 6 […]
Jane McCool, a pioneering P.E. teacher in Aurora, Mo., who created the still-in-existence Sweetie Babes dance troupe, passed away this week. She introduced hundreds of young girls to physicality and sport in an era when this was almost unheard of, and she was the “girl coach” opposite my grandfather, who coached basketball and football. That’s how my grandmother and Jane became friends, a relationship that lasted to the the very end.
But Jane wasn’t just a lifelong athlete. She was a foodie, too. She taught me how to make fettucine alfredo, which was perhaps the gateway dish into the crazy food life I lead now.
RIP, Cool McCool.
You don’t have to be lonely old Eleanor Rigby to be buried along with your name. After Mary Jane Murrell raised her eight children, she took in two of her […]
I feel like a bigger “Hunger Games” fan girl than ever after tonight’s Feminist Kitchen book club + film series at Thai Fresh. Katniss/Jennifer Lawrence-as-breadwinner, the meaning of hunger, our […]