Every year, I look forward to summer with the sort of anticipation that can only be described as childish. I am eager for the longer days and the ...
This is a sponsored post in partnership with Oregon Country Beef, a family ranch owned Co-Op, and PCC Community Markets. All words and opinions ar...
Back when Matt and I used to spend most of our evenings sitting side-by-side on our couch, writing blog posts, I couldn’t imagine a life without...
I started throwing lots of things away recently. Old magazines, high school t-shirts I've been holding onto since — well — high school, pre-ad...
So, Kasey and I are switching things up today. She is taking over the Turntable while I am presenting one of my recipes in the Kitchen. Even t...
There are three types of quiet time, when it seems that the world is able to stand still. It's early, and I mean early in the morning. When the su...
My sophomore year of college, I had a revelation: that I had the power to feed myself. And I'm not talking about grabbing burritos from the local ...
There is a well-known state of weather. And it's not Spring, Fall, Winter or Summer. I call it 'Soup Weather' and it can strike at any time, be it...