Back when we took our first family trip to Los Angeles as a family of three (!!!), we did something I feel is probably out of the question for a few...
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I don't know about you, but I've been treating myself right this holiday season. French Toast, cinnamon rolls, ginger molasses cookies...you know ...
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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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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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This will be the first time (ever!) that Matt won't be spending Christmas with his family in Ohio. He'll be spending it with his family here in Sa...
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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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We women are constantly reminding each other that we support one another. We welcome and share each other's ideas. We compliment each other on our...
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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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Serves four to six For the tomato sauce: 1 28 oz can of diced tomatoes 1 clove of garlic 6 sprigs of fresh oregano, stems removed 1 teaspoo...
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My hair stylist told me the other day that the mullet is coming back. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but if the mullet means scrunchies, neo...
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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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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 ...