Category Archives: Nostalgia and Remembrance

Sinterklaasfeest and a patchwork cultural heritage

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The comforting parts of my Dutch cultural heritage that I like to wrap myself in when I’m feeling homesick are like a patchwork quilt that’s missing half the patches. Only so much can be safety pinned on by visiting the Holland Shop, or going through my Oma’s things.

The Melancholy of Memory

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My partner and I made an apple crisp on the weekend. A simple recipe — sliced apples in a glass pan with a flour-brown sugar-cinnamon-butter combination put on top. Bake until browned. Basically. (Except we used margarine because we’re lactose-intolerant, and try to avoid dairy where we can so we can still have ice cream and cheese.) When I was… Read more »

30 in 30: Day 28 (hate mail in 3, 2, 1…)

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First favorite book or series obsession This one is easy. When I was young, perhaps just before my first year of high school, my mom flung a book at my head and I started to read. As I’ve written about here before, that book and its sequels changed my life. Harry Potter was my first series obsession. Which, I mean,… Read more »

30 in 30: Day 18 (Wiccans in Space, female-dominated societies, and the family Jewels)

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Favourite Opening Scene to a Book This is honestly something I haven’t given a lot of thought. Either the opening scene of a book is interesting enough grip me and I read the rest of the book, or it’s not and I don’t. I don’t rank the opening scenes as “favourites”. A few books’ opening scenes that stand out are… Read more »

30 in 30: Day 15 (in which I am fairly whimsical about the Rootabaga Country)

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Your “comfort” book Rootabaga Stories by Carl Sandberg. I first read this book when I was fairly young. The stories ‘were born of Sandburg’s desire for “American fairy tales” to match American childhood. He felt that the European stories involving royalty and knights were inappropriate, and so set his stories in a fictionalized American Midwest called “the Rootabaga country” filled with farms,… Read more »

Graduation from Hogwarts: the end of Harry Potter and my adolescence

Unless you live under a rock, you’re aware that the final Harry Potter film was recently released. If you know any fans of the series (statistically speaking, you probably do), you have somewhat of an inkling just how big a fucking deal this is. For me, Harry Potter ending represents the ending of my childhood. Sure, I didn’t like the… Read more »

Of Duct Tape and Spaniels: How to Express Four Years of Magic in a Single Letter?

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I am trying to write a letter. Ironically it’s the hardest thing in the world for me to do — me, a writer. But this is no ordinary letter — it’s a letter to someone who may go down in history as the single most important influence in my life. Ms. Loudon was my drama teacher in high school. I… Read more »