Phew. I'm back from my second trip to New York City in less than three weeks, and needless to say, I am ready for a long nap. It's nice to feel gr...
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Megan and I met some time ago, when she was still living in San Francisco. I won't go into some of the big life changes she was going through at t...
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There is no perfect time for perfect, it seems. In our modern age, we're all trying to tackle that elusive concept: perfect timing. We want to qui...
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I don't know about you, but I feel like with each passing year, the seasons fly by faster than they did the previous year. I hardly blinked and su...
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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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Winter fruit hardly excites me. I do love pears, and apples are good only when they are REALLY good, but other than that, I find winter to be the ...
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I am not a movie person. Nope. What I mean by that is that I do not seek out movies; I reluctantly, carefully, stubbornly choose a select few to w...
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makes 1 cocktail 4 ounces of fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice 1 tablespoon of fresh-squeezed lime juice 2 ounces of tequila 1 tablespoon of aga...
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The quality and variety of alcoholic beverages available today in major markets is better than ever before, and access to cocktail recipes is jus...
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I’ve reached the stress baking portion of quarantine. I haven’t quite made it to the sourdough starter and bread-baking stage. Nor have I inve...
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“Here comes the sun (doo doo doo doo)...” I find myself singing this song each morning lately as I wake up. It’s been an exceptionally wet w...