A friend I was recently hanging out with at a wedding said, “I don’t think people read blogs anymore.” She hasn’t been blogging much herse...
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I’ve come to believe that the best and worst decisions we could make are the ones we don’t make at all. We’ve had a particularly warm win...
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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...
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Few things are more satisfying than writing in the rain. For a person who tends to be go go go, rain is a great excuse to throw on a pair of sweat...
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This post is sponsored by Idyll. All opinions are my own. Thanks so much for supporting the brands who help us do what we do! A few months ago...
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All of the walls in my house are white. I hadn't intended for it to be that way, but for the past seven years, I have lived in a rented apartment ...
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Serves four - six 1 cup of whole wheat pastry flour 1 cup of all purpose flour 2 teaspoons of baking powder 3⁄4 teaspoon of baking soda ...
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When you've been living with someone for a while, you kind of forget what it's like to be alone. I used to be really good at being alone. You may ...
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To love a city is to get involved in a complicated relationship. It means to persevere in the face of inconveniences — stairs and cobblestones, ...
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Ah, relief. I’ve said it before: despite my undying love for summer, often find it sort of overwhelming. There’s the self-imposed pressure �...
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Fate is a funny thing. I suppose I’ve always been the sort of person who believes in the inevitability of some things. A rained out vacation, a ...
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I’ve never been a cupcake person. I’m not much for pie, either. But it takes a certain type of cupcake (and a certain type of pie) to win my h...