I’ve been slowly — very, very slowly — reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s book, Big Magic. Every couple of nights when I’m not up late working,...
After dealing with printer issues all weekend while trying to create our packing labels for Pairings Boxes and chasing down the mailman who gracio...
Winter fruit hardly excites me. I do love pears, and apples are good only when they are REALLY good, but other than that, I find winter to be the ...
Despite the very limited space in my kitchen, I’m particularly fond of my breakfast vessels and gadgets because I am particularly fond of breakf...
Around this time of year, life tends to move a little faster while work tends to move a little slower. I like it that way. The parties, visitors a...
Living in a twelve unit building where my primary view is an arm-length's peek into other people's apartment windows, I've realized how much this ...
The days are long and the years are short, someone told me when I had my first child. I keep reminding myself of this in these early weeks with th...
My grandmother had a major sweet tooth. It was not uncommon for her to have a little 'dessert' immediately following a pastry breakfast. When I wo...
We grew up in the shadow of Silicon Valley. Where being good at math and science was inherently better than being able to bang out a well-written ...
Fate is a funny thing. I suppose I’ve always been the sort of person who believes in the inevitability of some things. A rained out vacation, a ...
The other day, after Neko had finally gone to sleep, Matt and I were sitting on the couch, as we normally do. We always have to take a breather af...