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 ...
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...
Our kitchen renovation process was no small feat and now that it's *nearly* over, I can honestly say that I never want to renovate a kitchen again...
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,...
If I had to guess, I'd say that granola makes up about 30% of my diet. You see, five days a week, my typical breakfast involves yogurt, granola, a...
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...
One of my favorite bloggers, Joanna Goddard recently wrote a cute little blog post, asking readers about their first kiss. Mine was at the ripe o...
I’ve talked a lot about crêpes in the past — I grew up eating my grandma’s thick, buttery ones (we called them blini) and later my mom’s....
There is news and then there is NEWS. In the grand scheme of things (at least as far as this site is concerned, and the two people who run it) I'm...
I distinctly remember when smoothies became a presence in my life. It was in high school, when the first Jamba Juice opened in a strip mall near m...