The other day, I posted on Facebook, “Anyone else feel like they’re just barely holding their shit together?” It may have been my most comme...
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Melissa and I have never met in person but like many of my other 'blogger friends' she feels like a real life friend. We're emailed about babies a...
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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...
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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 ...
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Elijah’s Deli welcomed me with open Jewish grandma arms the first time my parents dropped me off in San Diego to start college as a freshman. An...
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Megan and I met some time ago, when she was still living in San Francisco. I won't go into some of the big life changes she was going through at t...
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We've been writing here at Turntable Kitchen for nearly three weeks now and I am finally feeling like I'm settling in. It's kind of like starting...
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This past weekend, Matt and I took a little road trip to the Ace Hotel in Palm Springs (more on that later). I took the day off from work on Frida...
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"You can’t go back,” Matt said to me while we were enjoying what could quite possibly be one of our few last evenings out just the two of us bef...
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Weekends are the longest and shortest days when you are a parent. Especially during summer days in the PNW that feel both beautifully and painfull...
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4 large eggs 2 tablespoons of butter 1 tablespoon of finely chopped rosemary 1. Melt the butter in a large skillet over medium heat. Add the ...
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I rarely watch TV but every two years when the Olympics are on, I find myself glued to the screen for many more hours than I care to admit. In fac...