Back in the early days of blogging, links were the best way to discover new sites, content, and voices around the Internet. Everyone seemed to hav...
My first Christmas in America was a confusing one at best. Coming from Russia (by way of Israel) where we had a New Year’s tree and a fellow nam...
2016 was one of those years that a lot of us will remember for the rest of our lives. But while it was punctuated by national and world events man...
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....
Back in May, I had the pleasure of spending an evening at my friend Veronica's house, where I got to meet — in person — a number of my favorit...
I’ve never been a cupcake person. I’m not much for pie, either. But it takes a certain type of cupcake (and a certain type of pie) to win my h...
When I studied abroad in Italy as a junior in college, I diligently maintained a journal. It was a leather-bound notebook that I’d gotten as a g...
I don't know about you, but I feel like with each passing year, the seasons fly by faster than they did the previous year. I hardly blinked and su...