When you are a wordy person, there is an expectation that you should always know what to say. Wordy people know how to write a thank you card, a M...
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The sun colors the sky all shades of pink and purple at this time of year. It's my favorite time to drive home from work because I often watch the...
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I rarely watch TV but every two years when the Olympics are on, I find myself glued to the screen for many more hours than I care to admit. In fac...
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My drive to work is approximately an hour and twenty minutes long. Each way. In the summer, I start my day around 7:30 am, wearing a coat. I walk ...
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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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*Makes enough for four sundaes 2 cups of cherries, pitted 1 tablespoon of balsamic vinegar 2 tablespoons of turbinado sugar 1 pint of vanill...
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Dear Amy, I'm sorry I never published your poetry in our literary magazine because I said it was full of cliches. I was the gatekeeper and what I ...
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My first Christmas in America was a confusing one at best. Coming from Russia (by way of Israel) where we had a New Year’s tree and a fellow nam...
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There's a good reason why I've never shared a recipe for kale chips on Turntable Kitchen. The reason is that I had always thought that people who ...
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I started throwing lots of things away recently. Old magazines, high school t-shirts I've been holding onto since — well — high school, pre-ad...
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Matt and I had a raised voices sort of argument about this sandwich, of all things, last weekend. The kind where you wonder, fifteen minutes after...
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When I lived in Italy, I learned three very important things. Don't talk about God. Don't talk about politics. And eat pasta as a first course. I'...