When I studied abroad in Italy as a junior in college, I diligently maintained a journal. It was a leather-bound notebook that I’d gotten as a g...
You might not know it, but breakfast in our house is kind of a big deal. Saturdays are pancake mornings. A kid is usually asking for pancakes by 8...
It's that weird time of the year when the rest of country gets ready to buckle down for Fall while San Francisco enjoys our brief summer. It's kin...
I jokingly refer to our friends, Hannah and Jeff, as our doppelgangers. Hannah and I are both writers (professionally), but she's also a music blogger...
Recently, I wrote a short piece about summer movies for Gather Journal. It skewed toward being poetic and inspired a fair amount of nostalgia. The...
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 �...
Everyone can appreciate a compliment, whether it comes from a friend, an acquaintance or a stranger. Yet, it's not uncommon to feel humbled by a com...
This thing happens to me in the summer. I don’t really cook. I mean, I cook but I don’t really make recipes. The produce is so fresh and so go...
I mentioned in my Sicily Guide that we came home with a small loot of tasty treats. What I didn't mention was that this loot actually included a p...