My drive to work is approximately an hour and twenty minutes long. Each way. In the summer, I start my day around 7:30 am, wearing a coat. I walk ...
The first time I stumbled upon Sprouted Kitchen, I knew I had found my kind of place on the Internet. I instantly related to Sara. She had travele...
There was a time when I was a die-hard Jersey girl. New Jersey was the first place I ever lived in America and for a girl who had a sizable collec...
Everyone can appreciate a compliment, whether it comes from a friend, an acquaintance or a stranger. Yet, it's not uncommon to feel humbled by a com...
For many years, I consistently brought the same exact salad to work in a square tupperware tucked into a plastic bag that is no longer allowed in ...
Shortcuts. We're all looking for an easier, faster, more convenient way to do things. Whether it's communication (hello, Twitter and Facebook on y...
I was about to start this post with "Dear Matthew" when I realized that I started my last post in a similar fashion and I'm not writing letters he...
Matt and I had a raised voices sort of argument about this sandwich, of all things, last weekend. The kind where you wonder, fifteen minutes after...
There's a roll of film that has been sitting in my night table for seven years now. No reason, really. I haven't developed it. In a way, I kind ...
When I first moved to San Francisco in 2005, I hadn’t made up my mind about it. I wasn’t coming home, specifically, nor was I moving to a city...