To Mom, Dad, Austin, Shaun, and San Diego: je t’aime | je t’aimais | je t’aimerai I love you (!) | I loved you | I will (always) love you This is a summar...
There were fleas. Millions, it seemed. They loved my ankles. I suppose the outbreak was the last farewell from the foster dogs of winter and spring who nestled under our bed on the blankets from... T...
Oh Rhubarb, are you enjoying your day in the sun? Everyone is out on the weekend dancing to the banjo man at the farmers markets, celebrating Spring. You’re not the one we’ve been holding...
I knew we were in the final stretch today while in the market I picked up a bag of garbanzo bean flour and actually hesitated, wondering, will I be able to use all of this by the end of May? As I... ...
“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?” “What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh.... This ...
The rope that tethers me to this place, this time, is growing thinner with each day approaching the big move (42, who’s counting). Things feel different, everywhere. My running route, the... T...
When I start a copywriting assignment with a new client, the most important question I ask to get to know them is “where are you, what are you doing, and who are you with when you most feel... ...
What’s a paraben? Shaun asked me last week as he began to sort through the footage from last week’s Sprout shoot. I’m about as low-tech as it gets in the beauty and skincare realm.....
We sat on the runway together this morning, looking out the window to a city that doesn’t yet feel like home but beckons us both in ways we don’t really understand yet. Deep breath. Is......
I feel like I’ve been awkwardly bumbling about here the last few weeks. Stalling. Filling the white space up with words that I can justify clicking the publish button with, but void of the kind...
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but....
The first few days after we say goodbye to a foster are a little funk. The house feels different. I would even call it melancholy if not for the memory of that one moment where the new family waves.....
Shaun hates it when I leave the blinds open when we’re eating dinner. People are watching, he jokes, it’s weird. For the most part I don’t mind if people are watching, we’re.....
Last week was a mess of skipped beats. I don’t know if there was something going on with the moon or if my tightrope is undergoing some growing pains, but man alive. Unanswered voicemail. Empty...
Even after all this time, the Sun never says to the Earth, “you owe me.” Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky. – Hafiz The words can’t quite come...
Between Kansas and Colorado there is a hand painted sign on a train depot by the side of Highway 70 that reads “Happiness is a Crock of Beans.” We passed it a few years ago on... This is...
Back in the kitchen again; things are well with my soul. There are no pressing questions that need attending, no decisions that need making. I answer only to the boil, simmer, crackle, melt. From... ...
I had the pleasure of meeting Laura through her blog over the summer and was instantly captivated by her honesty, authenticity, and food philosophy. There is a light about her too, the kind you... Th...
When I began blogging in 2010 I was completely blown away by the prolific community of food writers and home cooks who shared their stories and their inspiration on the web. Come to think of it, I......
Greetings from Washington DC! I’ll be here for the better part of January for a presidential politics seminar; dress pants and heavy coats are the name of the game and my food adventures will.....
I love this season. It’s cold. There are lights. There is hand holding. There is fellowship among strangers. Joy elevates the mundane, and cultivates memories to satiate and linger through the....
Mostly just a quote today. There is a ping-pong match going on upstairs. Lots of thoughts. Ideas. Beginnings and endings always get me riled up. Maybe it’s all the coffee. I would recommend... ...
Muscle memory. By definition it’s synonymous with motor learning, a form of procedural memory that involves consolidating a specific motor task into memory through repetition. The idea is when a... T...
My parents never arranged a separate kid’s table and a grown-ups table during holiday meals. The youngsters ate what the adults ate and participated in the same rituals of passing the biscuits,... Th...
“Life changes in the instant. The ordinary instant.” ― Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking This is my only offering this week. Life changes in the instant. The ordinary instant. Death reminds.....
I love rituals. When the week gets crazy, I can count on a few constants to keep my feet on the ground: exercise, packing a lunch, a phone call home, a big hug from Shaun when I walk in the door.... ...
It was dark by the time we had made our evening plans. The first full, sensory day in Chennai, India (October 2010), had exhausted our bodies, but not our spirits. After two months at sea the... This...
I was seventeen, Shaun was closing in on nineteen when we went to the cabin. The idea wasn’t our own, rather a gentle nudge from a friend who knew we needed that trip more than we realized at the... ...
Just a sneak peek here today, you can catch the recipe and full post for this soupy ribollita of sorts over at the Healthy Green Kitchen. Winnie keeps a fabulous blog packed with healthful recipes......
There will be no pumpkin bread in this week’s post. No cinnamon-sugar scones, honeycrisp apples, rut abaga mash, baked spinach, and definitely no butternut squash gratin. But there will be F-75,...
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