Even if I had planned it out and tried really hard (I didn’t do either of those things), I couldn’t have spent the last week making a more poetic demonstration of why it’s time for me to let go of St...
I think an important thing for me to do this last week is to point you in the direction of someone else who is speaking words worth listening to online. Today, a very important post by Alex over at L...
I thought I’d spend the next few days tying up some loose ends. Tomorrow-ish, I’m going to tell you the end of this story and this one. But for now, on this—the third day of the last week of Stay At ...
I’ve been putting off writing this because I didn’t want to do anything hasty. The time has come, you amazing, wonderful, perfect you. I can’t put it off anymore. I’ve got to rip off the bandaid and ...
There’s this list of stuff we all agreed contains the most stressful things a person could potentially go through. I don’t know what they all are. But I’m pretty sure that one of them isn’t anal fiss...
The move has gone too well. I knew it had, so when it took three days after our move-in day for our internet to get connected, I accepted that as a much-due hardship. Moving across the planet should ...
We’ve been here six weeks, and I think that I’ve posted about twice in that entire time. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration; but you get my point, right? What’s my point? My point is that today is mo...
For so long I mocked, judged, looked down my nose in wonder as so many of my friends slipped over into the dark side. I scoffed at the conformity, the dependence, the assimilation. I couldn’t imagine...
It’s been 150 years since I’ve done a Good & Tasty Tuesday post… mostly because I haven’t been cooking as much in California because all of my kitchen stuff is on a boat on the Atlantic. Also the...
Carrying around a deep, dark secret is bad for the soul. In my column today In the Powder Room I can’t do it anymore, so I’m coming out of the closet.
Where have I been, right?! Well, I’m not dead in a ditch, so no need to call the hospitals to check the emergency rooms. Although, you didn’t actually ask if I was dead in a ditch somewhere, so maybe...
I’m really starting to get the hang of our new surroundings, schedule, dynamic… our new life. Which means, of course, everything is about to slam into flux again. Well, it either means that or I’m on...
I’ve done a fair bit of blogging about how much I love to cook and how important it is to me to try and eat the best I can, and of course provide the best meals I can for my family. Trust me, I don’t...
We found a house!!! The first house we viewed, we rented. It’s perfect. It’s amazing. It’s three bedroom and two bathroom, so I never have to make Makaio pee in the ba...
It’s almost nine oclock and the kids are still sleeping… actually, strike that… Hudson’s still sleeping. I jinxed it. As I was typing that sentence, Makaio woke up. Either way: holy. crap. balls. Big...
Week one in California… it’s been damn good to us. More soon, promise. Until then? Images without much explanation:
I got so many questions about the redwoods and the view from the house I’m staying in, that I decided pictures were needed. The view directly from the house is pretty gorgeous, but some of the scener...
I grew up in Oklahoma and Missouri, so when I was 19 I did what so many Midwest kids do: I packed as much as I could into my car and I drove West. I’m not really sure what the hell I was thinking, an...
Friday night my husband had this “leaving do” (going-away party) for work. They went out for dinner and drinks and I figured he’d be home around 1:30 when the pub closed so I headed up to bed about t...
If you follow me on Facebook or Twitter, you spent Thursday evening getting real-time updates on my final efforts packing the crap that we weren’t sure we wanted to take until we packed the crap we d...
If a video of a three year-old spelling her name, with a slight sibilant S impediment, isn’t the cutest thing you see today… well, then I’m not sure we can still be friends.
Marriage is so fucking hard. I think when we tell our children fairytales about true love and being swept off your feet in a love bliss that curls your toes… I think we need to tell them that as well...
There’s no right or wrong way to blog. Okay, that’s not entirely true. There are some wrong ways. But as long as it’s compelling to read, there are a whole bunch of right ways. I have gotten a lot of...
Cattiness, gossip, bitchiness, tearing each other down. It’s the bane of womanhood, right? Why do we do it, and can’t we do better? Today at In the Powder Room: Stop Being Such a Bitch
I’ve been running around like a headless chicken with a crack habit. Okay, maybe that’s just in my mind. But no, not really. I have shoveled out the wood chips that were put in place for the chicken ...
An honest pinup: too good to pass up I asked Twitter last night what quality everyone admired in other people. I got some really good answers. It’s nice to read a really long list of the nicest aspec...
We’ve all got our dirty little secrets. Every. Single. One of us. And I’m talking all about it in my Monday column over In the Powder Room: My Secrets Are Weirder Than Yours. Get your fine ass over t...
The great Getting-Rid-Of-All-My-Shit-In- Preparation-For-Moving-Halfway -Across-The-World has begun. I just sold my chicken coop. The Eglu will officially be rehomed on Tuesday. I’m pretty bummed about...
You thought I’d died, didn’t you? I know, it’s been mega quiet around here. Staring down the barrel of this move has my head kind of preoccupied. Really quickly, imagine knowing you’re moving your f...
The one thing I never got used to about living in the UK? The stupid effing cheek-kiss. Today’s column over at In The Powder Room gives fair warning as to when and why you’ll get junk pun...
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