Claire moves into the others’ suburban community so that she can finally obtain and enforce a restraining order against Charlie.
Desmond hits on Claire. When she rebuffs him, he reminds her that he can see the future, and thus her eventual submission is a foregone conclusion. She figures, what the hell. Their super hot accents make them a hit at the others’ cocktail parties.
No more nancying about. This is the real thing, Elizabeth. This time, I’m sticking to these resolutions. I’m not going to cry, complain, whine, sleep, eat or feel. I’m going to achieve my objectives, stop standing in my own way, buck up, sack up, sit up, shut up and shape up. Continue reading “Personal Resolutions for Escaping My Current Rut”
The Low-Food Cafe is a low-cal, low-fat, low-carb, low-food cafe that features dishes for the acetic gourmet. Chef Angie Brentworth has been living and cooking with anorexia nervosa for seven years, and opened Low-Food Cafe to supply abstainers with convenient, low-food entrees at reasonable prices.* Continue reading “Low-Food Cafe”
It was a frosty October day when Bea told her mother of her betrothal. Ms. Holliwell was standing on the back porch, clutching her bathrobe tight around her throat, staring tragically into the North wind as though it were Yankee troops bearing down on her land that were going to kill all her sleeping babies. Continue reading “Autumn Wedding”
Well, dear readers, I have returned home to the bosom of my family. No doubt this might seem abrupt; however, I had no definite plans for when my trip would be over. I figured I’d know when it was time, and in Penang, I realized it was time. Continue reading “Penang to…Knoxville?!?!”
Seems I’m bound to spend every bus ride trying desperately to hold in some bodily function; usually it’s needing to pee, but every now and then, just to shake things up, it’s needing to vomit. The bus trip to the Cameron Highlands was of this second type. Continue reading “Christmas in Cameron Highlands”
‘Malaysia: Truly Asia’ is Malaysia’s current tourism slogan, but I think a better one would be ‘Malaysia: A Nice Break From Asia.’ With Muslims, Indians (and/or Bangladeshis) and attractive men who weigh more than me everywhere, Malaysia is quite a refreshing change of scenery. Besides which, people are so friendly here, almost as eerily friendly as Canadians. Continue reading “Kuala Lumpur to Melaka and On”
On my last day in Hoi An, April and I ate at our cheese-and-chocolate restaurant three times in one day (same server each time, embarrassingly) and in between, we hired the tiniest, most ancient man ever to row us up and down the river for an hour. I felt sure he would expire from the labor, but he had a grand time, starting water fights with the other boats and making us take his picture forty times. Continue reading “Hoi An to Hanoi”
Due to a mix-up with my bus ticket (I confirmed for the bus to Dalat at 7:30 a.m., only to be told when I phoned after no bus appeared that there was no bus that day and I would instead be going tomorrow, causing me to completely lose it over the phone so that they put me on another company’s 1:00 p.m. bus) I ran into April again, and we’ve been traveling together once more. Continue reading “Dalat, Nha Trang, Hoi An”