When you are a wordy person, there is an expectation that you should always know what to say. Wordy people know how to write a thank you card, a M...
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Melissa is a wonderful blog friend whom I admire very much. Over the year (ish?) that I've known her, she's been incredibly supportive of Turntabl...
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I recently joked to a friend that if my content of the past 6 months were turned into a haiku (ignoring the whole 5-7-5 rule), it would go somethi...
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Anna has been a lovely reader of Turntable Kitchen for some time, so when she came to us suggesting she pull together a special playlist and recip...
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You might not know it, but breakfast in our house is kind of a big deal. Saturdays are pancake mornings. A kid is usually asking for pancakes by 8...
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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 ...
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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. ...
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I used to write a lot of poetry. I have notebooks filled with raw, young angst. In college, I went up on a stage, terrified, and read one of my po...
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I'm writing this on Mother's Day. The kids have gone to bed by now, and I feel tired, but so, so happy. That's kind of how most days go as a paren...
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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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serves four For the waffles: 1 cup of all-purpose flour 1 cup of whole wheat flour 1/4 cup of sugar 3 teaspoons of baking powder 1/2 teasp...