I had recently fallen into a rabbit hole called Alt Summit (if you've been following me on Twitter, you may have noticed that I was tweeting up a ...
Kristin and I first met in person over drinks in New York City with my friend Dave, after we had been following each other on Twitter for some tim...
March is lot like a long, flat stretch of road somewhere. It’s far enough away from where you’ve left (winter) and not quite to where you’re h...
This is usually the time of year when each new day is full of hope. The new year is full of possibilities. New jobs, friends, fitness goals, diets...
I'm writing this post from Matt's parents' house in Ohio, where we're currently celebrating his dad's 70th birthday. It's one of the few times I'm f...
I got a text message the other day, from my friend who is on her honeymoon in Italy. She and I met actually when we were both studying abroad in S...
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...
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...
For many years — really since we met — Matt and I have cooked together. Not really for each other but with each other. But since we’ve added...