I turned 29 this weekend, and it still feels weird to say that. I'm not sure when it happens, but sometime in your twenties, you start forgetting ...
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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...
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We all lie to ourselves on a daily basis. Whether it’s a little or a lot, about the small stuff or the big stuff, these lies get us through our da...
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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...
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I have a friend who especially enjoys traveling alone. She brings along a stack of books, makes a day-to-day itinerary based on only the things sh...
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Serves four For the salad: 1 head of iceberg lettuce, quartered or cut into eights (depending on size) 1 tablespoon of roughly chopped peca...
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Most of 2015 has been a blur and something tells me that 2016 might be, too. I recall making crab cakes for breakfast in our pajamas and driving u...
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Around this time last year, we were beginning to hunker down. Preparing for the twins' arrival. We hadn't yet realized that we'd be moving to Seat...
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Serves four 1 large fennel bulb, trimmed 1 pink lady apple 3 ounces of smoked trout 2 tablespoons of apple cider vinegar 2 tablespoons of o...
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*Serves four 1 1/2 pounds of chicken (breasts or thighs) cut into 11/2 inch cubes For the marinade: 1 1/2 teaspoon of garam masala 1 1/2 t...
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I used to write a lot of poetry. I have notebooks filled with raw, young angst. In college, I went up on a stage, terrified, and read one of my po...
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2016 was one of those years that a lot of us will remember for the rest of our lives. But while it was punctuated by national and world events man...