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About peik

What's to say? I'm a chronic fun seeker and life marrow sucker. I live in an ancient brick house in a darling town with my perfect and tolerant husband, my two amazing teenagers (The Giant and The Ginger) and two blue Danes (Oliver and Periwinkle). A lover of obscure roadside attractions and museums of oddity, I travel, write, laugh, make friends, write letters, sometimes run, eat great food and drink good whiskey. I've never had a bad journey and every single day is my grandest adventure.

Aminal Crackers.

Posted on February 27, 2018 by peik

My handbag is basically a pic-a-nic basket (whenever you can be more like Yogi Bear, I strenuously recommend it—start by adding an extra syllable to pic-a-nic basket). At any given point in time, there is an apple, an orange, three … Continue reading →

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My Four Cents About “Me, Too.”

Posted on October 16, 2017 by peik

First, and foremost, let me say, “me, too.” And let me share my wish of so many deep, hugs and bottomless glasses of wine and fathomless conversations with loved ones that heal with their words and their presence to every … Continue reading →

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Today. . . 

Posted on March 3, 2017 by peik

Today I lost my dog. Today I lost my dog. The heaviness of this sentence keeps echoing against the walls of my empty chest in utter disbelief. In the silent early hours of this morning, I lay on the hardwood … Continue reading →

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Disenfranchised or Shallow?

Posted on July 14, 2016 by peik

I can’t tell. Here’s a low down dirty truth about me– This morning, The Ginger wanted to know whether the formation of PACs was a result of the original FEC laws from the seventies or the BCRA. This is NOT … Continue reading →

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My REAL Resume

Posted on April 5, 2016 by peik

I am updating my resume. I’m not looking for a job, it’s just that sometimes, I like to sit down and put my accomplishments in writing. For me. Also, I am equally forgetful and prone to embellishment so I think … Continue reading →

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Facewash – A Parenting Play in Two Acts

Posted on March 30, 2016 by peik

Last evening, while unpacking a bag of toiletries from the store. . . . Me: Hey, boys. Put this in your shower and use it on your face. The Ginger: Um, I don’t think so. It’s kind of inappropriate looking. … Continue reading →

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Sorry, (Whatever is Italian for Charlie)

Posted on March 29, 2016 by peik

Dear Italian People I Have Known, I regret to inform you that you may be required by nationality to disown me after this post, but it must be said. . . I know that this pasta shape has a name. … Continue reading →

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What Brings the Boys to the Yard?

Posted on March 22, 2016 by peik

Let’s be clear about something. Shakes should be made of ice cream. Only of ice cream. Not of protein, not of yogurt, not of fruit. Ice. Cream. I don’t want to see the nutrition information on a liquid that you … Continue reading →

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DC Calling

Posted on February 21, 2016 by peik

Generally, I’m a Marvel girl. It’s nothing personal, really, I just find the cast of characters more interesting. The lynchpin has always been the DC cornerstones of Superman and Batman–Superman with his super irritating clean-cut incessant goody-two shoes bumbling and … Continue reading →

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The Affair Continues

Posted on February 10, 2016 by peik

For anyone who is following the progress of my affair with Shuffle, I wanted to let you know that he is in full Valentine week woo. Saturday, when faced with the grueling task of completing my long run on the … Continue reading →

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The Run Playlist and My New Affair (Bad Words)

Posted on February 4, 2016 by peik

Alright. I’m saying it out loud. In writing. I. Was. Wrong. I have MF’d the iTunes Genius (or lack thereof) and the “random” shuffle feature on my Big Brother Apple devices for years. I mean, NOBODY can design a playlist … Continue reading →

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Cereal Killer

Posted on January 10, 2016 by peik

When I was a child, cereal was an integral part of my life. Assured by advertisers that it was “part of a balanced breakfast,” (I guess I assumed that the remaining parts were hidden in the milk and under the … Continue reading →

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Nostalgia

Posted on January 5, 2016 by peik

Today, I’m packing away the holidays. Yes, I’m a lazy ghit, I should have done it a week ago, but my family was off school and work and I just couldn’t bear to add finality to our tryst by tidying … Continue reading →

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Watched TV Today

Posted on December 24, 2015 by peik

Women in perfume ads look at perfume bottles the same way that I look at great food. Until they come up with a perfume that smells like steak, warm brownies and ice cold beer, you wont see me getting PG-13 … Continue reading →

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Playdate at Ralphie’s House

Posted on December 21, 2015 by peik

It’s easy to love A Christmas Story. Even if you don’t love Christmas, the movie speaks to either a childhood that you had or one that you longed for. An amazing blend of a uniquely American holiday experience, a coming … Continue reading →

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J-E-L-L-OOOOO!

Posted on December 11, 2015 by peik

Prior to my off the cuff stop in to the Jello museum in Le Roy, New York, I knew a few things about Jell-O. I knew, for instance, that Jell-O is a colloidal protein and that the protein chains require … Continue reading →

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That Time I Almost Peed on the Rug

Posted on November 28, 2015 by peik

There are fourteen two story outhouses in the United States. Fourteen. I’ve seen a few. I’m not going to say that “See All 14 Two Story Outhouses” is on my bucket list, but I’m also not prone to missing an … Continue reading →

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Kidnapped a Friend

Posted on November 23, 2015 by peik

I have kidnapped a friend. I think that I’d be great at improv, because when I commit, I COMMIT. My great friend just hit U.S. soil after a long deployment somewhere unsavory (or very savory–depends on your point of view, … Continue reading →

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Angel Was Here Monument

Posted on November 13, 2015 by peik

I’m not Mormon, so my adding the Angel Was Here Monument to my “Road Trip Bucket List” seemed like a strange choice to some. I entertained a lot of ‘Whys’ and requests for explanation so here’s how it breaks down: … Continue reading →

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Ridiculous. Squared.

Posted on November 10, 2015 by peik

I’m prone to exaggerate. It’s fine, I’ve come to terms with it. But I’m also kind of a magnet for the ridiculous. Which I’ve come to embrace. The trouble happens when something truly DELICIOUSLY ridiculous happens to me but, because … Continue reading →

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