In addition to making food and listening to music, brewing my morning cup of coffee is one of those rituals that I hold most sacred. After all, fo...
It’s starting to feel like ‘go time.’ My belly is measuring 36 inches. We’re in the very ripest part of summer — when everything feels l...
Hello, dear friends --old and new. A few years ago, I started a little food blog called eating/sf. A year or two later, my boyfriend at the time (...
When I was in the 5th grade, my grandpa came to live with my family. At the time, I thought it might be temporary, but by the time I got to high s...
This is the second installment of our new coffee series. You can also read the first post about the difference between light and dark roast coffee...
My sophomore year of college, I had a revelation: that I had the power to feed myself. And I'm not talking about grabbing burritos from the local ...
"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...
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...