cozify

I’m dragging my feet, 2014 [which is a majorly spacey number, by the way…do you feel like a Jetson every time you type it out too?]. I wasn’t quite ready for you, wasn’t… Continue reading →

she’s here

Autumn took one look at me, stuck knee-deep in the writer’s block bog, and pursed her lips. Then she decided to forego the usual Victorian niceties and announce her own arrival. All I… Continue reading →

hangover tisane

Work hard. Play hard. Both of which I did last week. Very, VERY enthusiastically. Here’s a little remedy I drink when I feel under the weather, worked to the bone, or when I’ve… Continue reading →

follow this formula

A good lie in.  A lazy cuppa obtained from your favorite bearded coffee purveyor. Now lace up your boots and ramble into the countryside. Do stop for a slice of lemon meringue pie… Continue reading →

al fresco

This green & coral glory of a salad. With these truffley, ashy, and sharp treasures procured from the cheesemonger’s cave of wonders on the Twijnstraat. And the stone fruit, almost too pretty to… Continue reading →

following the flare

I walked home from work in one continuous stripe of sunlight past the canal-side patios crowded with burnt shoulders.  Past the old slanted houses with their dimpled windows squinting in this improbable burst… Continue reading →

i’ve been…

…spicing up the ole brekkie routine. …playing hide-and-seek. …feasting with my colourful friends. …spending happy evenings here. …shrinking my lofty 5’11 perspective down into four-year-old wonder. Any happy, life-sustaining stuff happening to you these… Continue reading →

party on a plate — Indonesian gado gado

I’m not sure when our little bunker became the family party house. But sometime after the last rager Christmas brunch, my sister-in-law and I put on our scheming hats to scheme up a… Continue reading →

from up there

A few months ago my dad and I climbed the Dom Tower in Utrecht. A day or so into his visit, my very best “I’ve got it together” face crumpled as I let… Continue reading →

oh canada

Every other year or so Celine and I meet up for an adventure. Last time, she came to Holland and we filled our days with herring and poetry walks and Belgian beer and… Continue reading →