I finally got the call that I’d been waiting for, the one I’ve been training for since graduate school, when I really perfected my craft of eating ice cream: I was asked to be a judge for the 2nd annual RI Food Fights Best Scoop Shop contest. Just a little background: RI Food Fights is, … Continue reading My Life as an Ice Cream Judge
One of the practices I find great joy in doing is writing reflections. (You may recall a few months ago I shared an Advent reflection about what it means to go home for Christmas.) This process of writing reflections is helpful for me because it allows me to see scripture in a new way, by … Continue reading “Let me not eat of their delicacies…”
My friend Manu, from Munich, who I met in New Zealand, came to join me on a trip to Venice. I’d heard that Venice is…not so nice—it’s dirty, the water smells, the people are rude (or mean? Or shady? Something other than ‘pleasant’)., so it wasn’t on my list of places to see in Italy. … Continue reading The Truth About Venice
They Call Me Fushilou 