Now that I've reached the ripe old age of 29, I can tell you that I've seen some trends come and go, and come again. Those colored corduroy pants ...
You know how sometimes you want a chocolate chip cookie AND cake? It's hard to decide. Now, you don't have to. Thanks to the guys at Baked, a Broo...
There's a roll of film that has been sitting in my night table for seven years now. No reason, really. I haven't developed it. In a way, I kind ...
Writing can at times, feel like a marathon. The final period reminiscent of a big inhale. Sometimes an exhale, depending on what you are writing. ...
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...
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...
Ah, relief. I’ve said it before: despite my undying love for summer, often find it sort of overwhelming. There’s the self-imposed pressure �...
I’ve noticed something interesting recently, about the way my generation thinks about the present and the future. Our everyday lives seem to def...
When I first moved to San Francisco in 2005, I hadn’t made up my mind about it. I wasn’t coming home, specifically, nor was I moving to a city...
Let me introduce you to a girl who loves breakfast as much as I do and has a whole blog devoted to all things delicious in the a.m. I first came a...
We've had a few sleepless nights here in the Hickey household. Neko's teeth seem to be breaking through in rapid succession and our days, despite ...