Intuitive Eating (aka Let Them Eat Cake)
If you have been hanging around here for the last week, you know that I got generally hacked off at my skinny jeans, my pain, and… well, yeah, basically those. Wooly baa lambs don’t waste a lot of energy feeling … Read More
Cockroach Infestations and Pie Crust Pastry
So, I was making apple dumplings for the first time last weekend. I grew up watching the Apple Dumpling Gang, so I have always known they are a thing, apparently worth mining for gold to get, but actually never knew … Read More
Butter and Rest: the One Where I Get Sappy
It is October 1, and there are bright yellow leaves beginning to flutter down onto the road. Fall is rife with memories for me, memories of romance and grief and everything in between. So as I urge you on to … Read More
Shin Splints Killed the Olympics
I suddenly remember why I never made it to the Olympics. As a doe-eyed youth (you can’t picture it, can you? Go take a swig of black coffee. It helps the imagination), I aspired to go to the Olympics running … Read More
Do They Make Republican Serial Killers?
Within 45 of minutes of punching that gleaming “publish” button on yesterday’s post, I dug out an old beat-up pair of sneakers (ok, fine, honesty police — I had someone tall and useful dig them out for me. Happy now?) … Read More
Dash Dash Skinny Jeans
It doesn’t happen often, but this morning as I puttered about my kitchen, I found myself drawing a big fat blank on what to talk about today. All that I can come up with has an unfortunate tendency towards the … Read More
Stuck Pot Lentils and All the Feels
I recently brought shame upon myself by admitting that I am internally nothing more than an old man belting out, “You kids get off my lawn!” at every phrase I find personally distasteful, and then I proceeded to name some … Read More
Great Expectations Go ‘Boink’
I was a young mother when I first read the quote: “Expectations are the death of relationships.” (Side note: I used to think that transitioning from being a “young mother” or perhaps more aptly, a “mother of young children” to … Read More
Butter and Rest: A Cupcake by Any Other Name
…would be a muffin. And a totally legit breakfast choice. I have been threatening, er, promising to convert you to eating cake for Sabbath breakfast and today we shall make our first true foray down that sugar-laden trail of joy … Read More
Preaching to Pharoah (aka — When Dreamworks Calls, Hang Up)
I sometimes worry that Pharoah is my spirit animal. If you have taken my (dare I say) absolutely brilliant advice and joined me in the Bible Reading Challenge, then you know we are currently in Exodus. My eldest quail became … Read More