"You can’t go back,” Matt said to me while we were enjoying what could quite possibly be one of our few last evenings out just the two of us bef...
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For Matt’s 30th birthday, I baked him a German Chocolate Cake — his favorite, and my very first layered cake. I only had one cake pan at the t...
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Back when my grandmother's Alzheimer's was in its early stages, she called my grandfather and asked him to pick her up. When he asked her where, she...
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There's a common sentiment among certain men I know that salad is not a meal. Though I whole-heartedly believe that salad IS a meal, and can be a ...
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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 ...
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Sometimes, when I'm feeling wanderlust, all I have to do is pick up a drink. They say that smell is the strongest sense tied to memory, but as che...
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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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Back when we took our first family trip to Los Angeles as a family of three (!!!), we did something I feel is probably out of the question for a few...
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Matt and I were talking recently about who we call (besides each other) when we need someone to talk to about something important. I immediately sai...
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There is glitter on the bottom of my shoes. Perhaps that is the sign of a good New Year's Eve. Ahoy mates! Are you ready for 2011? 2010 was a good...
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I chose my wedding location in no small part based on the fact that the property housed a giant fig tree. Although I had never tasted a fresh fig ...
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To this day, the best Halloween costume I've ever encountered was worn by a girl in my sixth grade class. She dressed up as a Twinings tea bag. Yo...