If ever there’s a time of year when my heart feels like it’s about to explode, surely it is Thanksgiving, and everything that comes the weeks ...
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I have this thing when I love a song. I will listen to it over and over until I get sick of it. Matt never does that, unless I ask. Nicely. These ...
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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 never thought this day would come — the day when I recommend that you use vodka in a cocktail recipe instead of gin. I made it very clear in m...
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1 bunch of young carrots, trimmed 1/3 cup of Greek yogurt 1 tablespoon of honey 1/2 teaspoon of hot smoked paprika* kosher salt and freshly gr...
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I sent a “Happy New Year” card to my family wishing them a happy 2020. That’s how much of a blur 2018 was! It was a good year in so many way...
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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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Serves four-six 1 16 ounce container of full fat Greek yogurt 1/2 cup of heavy whipping cream 3/4 cup of sugar 1/2 cup fresh-squeezed grapef...
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Yesterday, my daughter turned one. We met for coffee with a friend and Neko had her first kids meal (scrambled eggs with a side of fruit and toast...
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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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Back in 2008 when Matt and I first got engaged, we had to tackle a few of the big questions that everyone does when they decide they’re going to...
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A few weeks ago, I was listening to NPR in my car, as I often do. In between world news and the circus that is a presidential election year, came ...