Sometimes, when I'm feeling wanderlust, all I have to do is pick up a drink. They say that smell is the strongest sense tied to memory, but as che...
I’m partial to soup. “Bowl food” as Sara dubbed it, is my kind of food and this, among other things such as our husbands' bordering-on-obses...
I've been thinking about summer a lot lately. With all of this rain that has been pounding the San Francisco Bay Area, it's hard not to want to sn...
I don't know about you, but I feel like with each passing year, the seasons fly by faster than they did the previous year. I hardly blinked and su...
When I first stumbled across Katie Quinn Davies' blog, What Katie Ate, I knew I had made a tremendous discovery. Her food photos were more beautif...
I used to write a lot of poetry. I have notebooks filled with raw, young angst. In college, I went up on a stage, terrified, and read one of my po...
Kristin and I first met in person over drinks in New York City with my friend Dave, after we had been following each other on Twitter for some tim...