I have come to that inevitable time in my life — when my passport full of stamps is about to expire. The name inside is no longer accurate (even...
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Nicole is one of those lovely individuals whom I would refer to as a 'kindred spirit.' Her blog, Eat This Poem, and wonderful newsletter constantl...
We’ve been reading this children’s book a lot lately. It’s written and illustrated by Carson Ellis, the wife of The Decemberists' Colin Melo...
I’ve been thinking about fear. Where it comes from and how to let it go. You see, I spend and have spent a lot of time being afraid.I wa...
Weekends are the longest and shortest days when you are a parent. Especially during summer days in the PNW that feel both beautifully and painfull...
"You can’t go back,” Matt said to me while we were enjoying what could quite possibly be one of our few last evenings out just the two of us bef...
Currently, my refrigerator is so bursting with berries and stone fruits that every day starts with a mission to consume. The fruit to yogurt ratio...
Anna has been a lovely reader of Turntable Kitchen for some time, so when she came to us suggesting she pull together a special playlist and recip...
Fluffy, tender biscuits have been eluding me for years. You see, I'd find recipe after recipe, tweak here and there, in the hopes that I could rec...
The other day, we were sitting at the dinner table and I glanced out the window in a bit of a daze when I spotted a rainbow. It was faint, but it ...