For a couple of years in my twenties, I was lucky enough to travel to New York for work. I remember listening to my hype song — Rihanna's Umbrel...
I remember our last day in San Francisco, I was a bleary-eyed mother of barely two-month-old twins and a nearly-three-year-old. I hadn’t had the...
This weekend, I realized that I’ve been missing the sun. This is what Seattleites talk about when they talk about winter, right? On Sunday, the ...
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...
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...
There is glitter on the bottom of my shoes. Perhaps that is the sign of a good New Year's Eve. Ahoy mates! Are you ready for 2011? 2010 was a good...
Lucky. It is a word that we throw around without giving it much thought. Luck is a relative term, defined by those who are lucky and those who are...
The first time I stumbled upon Sprouted Kitchen, I knew I had found my kind of place on the Internet. I instantly related to Sara. She had travele...
When I was little, my favorite books were Scandinavian fairy tales about a mythical creature called a Moomin, which vaguely resembled a cuter, mor...
How many social media accounts do you have? One? Two? Eight? I'm a card-carrying member of Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, Pinterest, Instagram, and...