It’s not even Thanksgiving yet, and I’ve already starting decorating for Christmas. I can’t help it. Theo has been singing Christmas songs, reading holiday books and asking about Santa ever since December 26th of last year. So, we’re ready.
Growing up, I loved the Thanksgiving stuffing–or dressing, as we call it in Kentucky–more than any other part of the meal, even the pie. Whether it was my Granny’s version, loaded with celery and sage (never enough celery and sage, she’d say), or my Dad’s version, studded with oysters, or the cornbread and sausage version…
My niece recently showed me a meme about how bloggers write a whole dissertation about how much their husbands love guacamole before sharing the recipe for guacamole when readers just really want the &*#$ recipe for guacamole. Guilty. We had a good laugh.
In August, Elie and I celebrated our sixth wedding anniversary with a getaway to Vancouver. While we visit Vancouver often, it’s always with Theo to visit family. We seldom get to just wander the neighborhoods, sit uninterrupted in coffee shops, window shop at leisure and linger over long dinners, holding hands across the table.
John Craigie sings a song, What Phase is This? and that is the refrain playing in my head when I think about life with a three-year-old. What phase is this?
We recently spent a week in the San Diego area with family, rolling in the sand, splashing in the waves and exploring as much of the Southern California food scene as we could squeeze in. I hadn’t spent much time in that part of California, and it’s lovely. It’s a perfect place for a family…
If you’ve asked me recently about what I’m reading and listening to, I’ve likely told you about the Second Life Podcast. I’m obsessed with hearing the stories of women who have reinvented themselves, finding new passion later in life and achieving great success by following their heart and gut. My enthusiasm for these stories probably…
We’ve just started thinking about our next trip to Israel, probably next June. I think this will be my sixth trip, and I never get tired of it. Part of that is spending time with our family there, but it’s also that I feel like every visit develops my relationship with the land and its…
In my childhood years, I remember summers as long, hot and humid lazy days where boredom inspired creativity—building forts and creating clubhouses with friends, playing make-believe in the fields and jumping off hay bales, or laying in the grass to write a poem, draw a picture, read a book or just look up at the…