Some of the most profound moments in our lives are, in fact, defined by silence. Sometimes there is silence because time is needed. Sometimes ther...
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...
A friend I was recently hanging out with at a wedding said, “I don’t think people read blogs anymore.” She hasn’t been blogging much herse...
I am not a movie person. Nope. What I mean by that is that I do not seek out movies; I reluctantly, carefully, stubbornly choose a select few to w...
Fluffy, tender biscuits have been eluding me for years. You see, I'd find recipe after recipe, tweak here and there, in the hopes that I could rec...
I’ve been thinking about fear. Where it comes from and how to let it go. You see, I spend and have spent a lot of time being afraid.I wa...
Sometimes, I sit on recipes so long that they become sort of a conundrum. Should I still write about them on the site, even though I made somethin...
Few things are more therapeutic than mixing colors in a bowl and frosting cookies. These cookies involved only my second time using food coloring ...
We had a feast for New Year’s. The sort that makes your stomach hurt and demands an antacid. The sort where you want time to stand still a littl...