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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I was hoping to do a little experiment: to write in the third person. But each time I tried, it felt entirely unnatural. I've always had trouble w...
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We've had a few sleepless nights here in the Hickey household. Neko's teeth seem to be breaking through in rapid succession and our days, despite ...
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Summer has quietly slipped out of my grip somehow and the other day, I had a fleeting thought about fall: about boots and hot chocolate and umbrella...
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When I was turning 13, my parents asked me if I wanted to have a Bat Mitzvah or a blowout party (with a rented wooden dance floor in my backyard)....
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1 ½ cups of dried chickpeas (garbanzo beans) 1 tablespoon of baking soda 1 cup of tahini 3 garlic cloves, smashed with the side of a knife 3 ...
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"I want to show you something," she often says with pride these days. Sometimes, it is a new toy. Sometimes, a "fancy trick" on the playground (cu...
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Anna has been a lovely reader of Turntable Kitchen for some time, so when she came to us suggesting she pull together a special playlist and recip...
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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...
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One thing I’ve quickly realized as a home owner is that nothing is ever ‘done.’ Hard as I struggle to have the picture be ‘complete’ the...
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Meatballs are the sort of thing that unite us all — young and old, locals and tourists. A good meatball is hard to argue with. It's meaty, sure,...
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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 ...