Back when my grandmother's Alzheimer's was in its early stages, she called my grandfather and asked him to pick her up. When he asked her where, she...
There is a neatly arranged time and place for everything in life, including peanut butter. I used to tell Matt, even before we were married, that ...
I want to wear a pretty dress for you.It's Spring. Somewhat officially. And here in the Bay Area, that means every girl is plotting her next Per...
We're packing in trips like there's no tomorrow before these babies arrive. We still have some time (I'm nearly halfway there!), but with my growi...
I've been a huge fan of Sweet Paul for ages and I was beyond thrilled when I was approached to share My Happy Dish with Sweet Paul's readers. Seri...
"I want to show you something," she often says with pride these days. Sometimes, it is a new toy. Sometimes, a "fancy trick" on the playground (cu...
Back in the spring of 2003, I embarked on my first solo international flight headed to Siena, Italy by way of Florence, by way of Bologna. I must ...
A few weeks ago, we got together with a few friends for an epic gathering in our backyard: an ice cream social! The backyard is what really sold u...
When I lived in Italy, I learned three very important things. Don't talk about God. Don't talk about politics. And eat pasta as a first course. I'...
Around this time last year, we were beginning to hunker down. Preparing for the twins' arrival. We hadn't yet realized that we'd be moving to Seat...
