All of the walls in my house are white. I hadn't intended for it to be that way, but for the past seven years, I have lived in a rented apartment ...
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 (...
There's a good reason why I've never shared a recipe for kale chips on Turntable Kitchen. The reason is that I had always thought that people who ...
Plans change. Sometimes you're prepared, and sometimes you're not. Some people deal well with unexpected changes. They tell themselves to chin up, a...
I'm writing to you from a black hole. A brief breath of fresh air in the midst of one of the busiest, most chaotic weeks of work. The reason? It's...
When I think about 2017, the main thing that comes to mind is that it was a year of high highs and very low lows. It’s in this spirit that I sha...
Recently, I wrote a short piece about summer movies for Gather Journal. It skewed toward being poetic and inspired a fair amount of nostalgia. The...
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...
Before I met Matt, coffee was just coffee. I could certainly distinguish bad coffee (what my parents call 'from the barrel') from very good coffee...
