Writing can at times, feel like a marathon. The final period reminiscent of a big inhale. Sometimes an exhale, depending on what you are writing. ...
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It feels inevitable now. That at some point, I would have started to feel homesick, or perhaps sick for the past. Our transition, the move, the bi...
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It might be a strange time to be posting about lentil soup and turnips, but I promise that it's worth your time. You see, I've had this cookbook, ...
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This past weekend, Matt and I took a little road trip to the Ace Hotel in Palm Springs (more on that later). I took the day off from work on Frida...
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makes two 1 cup of whole milk 1 tablespoon of salted butter 1 tablespoon of dark cocoa sugar, plus more for serving 1⁄2 teaspoon of cinnamon...
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My hair stylist told me the other day that the mullet is coming back. I'm not sure how to feel about this, but if the mullet means scrunchies, neo...
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Do you keep in touch with your high school friends (if you're out of high school)? I sure do. In fact, I think my high school friends are prett...
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I've been reading this book that has been sitting on my bookshelf for several years now: The 4 Hour Workweek by Tim Ferriss. I received a copy at ...
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It snowed in Seattle. On November 4th. I mean…I realize we left California for the PNW but this was something. There’s a part of me that reall...
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This is usually the time of year when each new day is full of hope. The new year is full of possibilities. New jobs, friends, fitness goals, diets...
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The thing about pie is it's quite mysterious until you cut into it. Unlike a tart, which openly reveals its identity upon first glance, a pie only...
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Let me introduce you to a girl who loves breakfast as much as I do and has a whole blog devoted to all things delicious in the a.m. I first came a...