For many years, I consistently brought the same exact salad to work in a square tupperware tucked into a plastic bag that is no longer allowed in ...
When I was in the 5th grade, my grandpa came to live with my family. At the time, I thought it might be temporary, but by the time I got to high s...
When Matt is away, I find myself still sleeping on the very edge of our bed. It's funny because when we're both in bed, Matt will often complain o...
There's a common sentiment among certain men I know that salad is not a meal. Though I whole-heartedly believe that salad IS a meal, and can be a ...
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...
When I first started blogging, I never got any comments. Each time a post would go out in the ether, I'd hold my breath a little, wondering if a k...
