You know how I know she's legit? I pitched her a totally fucktarded idea in email last week involving the general food-health-gut-o-sphere, and she called me on it. I lacked perspective she had; I had to agree, once I got a whiff.
...I first met Darya via her blog some years ago (originally published 2010). I have just always liked her style, and she's up in SF, goes to the Ferry Building Farmer's Market, etc. For me, she has always been the most decent check on my Paleo exuberance. Yes, I actually like to keep some people close who think I'm wrong, so long as they aren't fucktards.
...I've been on Darya's email list forever and usually, it's run-of-mill. Not this time. Grils learn, yo! I loved it so much. I gave her a silly barrage of emails as I was reading. This is true blogging. Many can write. So few come to be able to let you see their beating heart.
When I first went to college the last thing I cared about was learning to cook. Neither of my parents had a degree, and by the time I was in middle school it was clear to me that higher education was my only ticket to salvation.
I remember running errands with my mom one afternoon and seeing her bump into an old classmate she knew from high school. “Oh, hi! Wow, I haven’t seen you in 20 years.” They exchanged pleasantries and parted ways. It was obvious the two of them had no real desire to keep up with each other and that they were just being polite for etiquette’s sake. We were all glad when it was over.
The school they both attended was only a few blocks down the street and I knew it would be my fate to go there as well. Class of ’97. Go Vanguards.
I adore getting better glances into the souls of folks who endeavor to write and convey. I've always known there's a lot of submerged material lurking—as it is for moi meme.
So, if you've a mind, encourage Darya in comments for the added insight.