of the North

You may have noticed that things have slooooowed doooooown a bit here recently. Don’t worry. I haven’t forsaken you completely. Just partially. I’ve been stitching new patterns and eating berries and flying kites (the… Continue reading →

of Kansas no more

I’ve been swirling about in a two-week tornado of work and writing, and the wind is finally dying down. Now I’m hovering just above ground with the tumbleweeds and rooftiles and chickens that… Continue reading →

of X and the spot

Oh oh oh it’s been a busy week. The kind where you fall into bed with a pff! on Friday night at 10pm (that being obscenely, “are you sick??” early round these parts). After… Continue reading →

of summer roasting

It’s almost July! *cue vacation shimmy* During the summer the country sucks in its beer belly and shrinks dramatically. The Dutch enjoy about 25 paid vacation days per year, and many use those… Continue reading →

of same-zone loving

Three years ago, I was in my hometown on Java, moving towards my wedding at a pace that felt like sludging through extra-creamy peanut butter. After giving our collective carbon footprint the finger… Continue reading →

of liquid intrigue: Belgian lambic beer

I do love a good intrigue. Especially the sort that goes on in an ancient family-owned beer brewery in rural Belgium. It’s scandalous stuff. First, a hoppy brew is left uncovered and completely… Continue reading →

of more evil habits

Get ready for another round of confession — it was simply too therapeutic to admit to you yesterday that I have a roving literary eye. Here it goes: I always skim the last few… Continue reading →

of snaps

The Muss has been quiet this week — one of my dearest childhood friends is visiting from New Zealand, and we have been scuttling around, stuffing her and her husband with as much… Continue reading →

of generations

This story is about the time my grandparents came to stay, but my favourite stories are the ones their hands tell. ” Do you have Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis… Continue reading →

of sheer madness

It’s Monday, I missed my mum something fierce this weekend, and it’s time for another totally self-indulgent whine, because I’m mad. Let me break it down for you. I’m mad that I’m the… Continue reading →