Our story begins, as these stories often do, with a reasonably young, over-caffeinated, know-it-all…

My name is Danielle and I spend a great deal of time in my kitchen. It’s a small, one-butt kitchen in the East of England where I live with my better-half and a fortress of research papers, methodology books, and monographs of Heidegger. I’m a Ph.D. student, American, and reluctantly Millennial. When I moved to […]

Read More Our story begins, as these stories often do, with a reasonably young, over-caffeinated, know-it-all…