One thing I’ve quickly realized as a home owner is that nothing is ever ‘done.’ Hard as I struggle to have the picture be ‘complete’ the...
There was a period of time I remember when a lot of bloggers started writing about slowing down. They argued that we’d become consumed with produc...
I get obsessive about finding stuff. Can you relate?The other day, I realized that I have either lost or misplaced a favorite pair of earrings...
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I've been a huge fan of Amanda's beautiful site, give me flour, for some time now. Her writing makes me want to travel to her homeland of Brazil, ...
I was hoping to do a little experiment: to write in the third person. But each time I tried, it felt entirely unnatural. I've always had trouble w...
March is lot like a long, flat stretch of road somewhere. It’s far enough away from where you’ve left (winter) and not quite to where you’re h...
There's nothing more weekend-y to me than a homemade pizza. We make a fair amount of it in our house. We pour ourselves a glass or two of wine, th...