In high school, I was the type to spend every other Friday night holding a nondescript can of beer and thinking of the least obvious way to get it off of my hands. Occasionally I’d tip it back and wet my lips, but I’m pretty sure I never fooled anyone. Nothing got by the cool … Continue reading »
Life is about to change – in a big, big way. There is a little narrator inside my brain…and I don’t mean the one who forms the constellation of my day-to-day thoughts. That one knows all of my secrets and feels like an intimate friend. She can be pretty chatty, but I like her a … Continue reading »
I had meant to make something more glamorous than a quiche. After all, a quiche is really just a convenient vehicle for the forgotten odds and ends in the crisper and the last half a dozen eggs. I had intended on making something special for our queen bee…for the woman who has: Sponsored more grocery … Continue reading »
Everybody likes being the little spoon. Barbecuing = 90% perspiration, 10% sauce. Bread [almost always] falls on its buttered side. Nobody over the age of 13 has the legs for a denim miniskirt. September will continue to feel like the beginning of the year for a long time. Dessert for two is nice, whether you’re … Continue reading »
Between intervals on the stair climber, I usually think about chocolate and cheese. I have to think happy thoughts while I’m on the stairway to nowhere, or else I will start to listen too closely to the voice that wants me to stop [even if it means no chocolate or cheese!]. When I leave the … Continue reading »
“Writers end up writing about their obsessions.” This line might be a little tired, but it’s still a lot true. I write about the things that I can’t put down and can’t help but carry around. Some of these things are serious and a little sad [see: heartbreak]…but 75% of the time I write to … Continue reading »
So twenty-two is a touch tougher than advertised. Twenty-two involves dealing with things like broken dishwashers and broken driver’s side windows. Twenty-two involves broken leases and broken hearts, and a whole lot of wondering if every employer’s “reply” button across the nation is broken too. Twenty-two involves learning how to become your own cheerleader, and … Continue reading »
It’s okay to visit Pity City, but you should know that the locals there are kind of a drag. There are two seasons in New England: winter and construction [and we like to gripe about them both]. The takeaway from preschool: “Show, don’t tell.” You’ll never regret throwing in an extra handful of cheese. Buy … Continue reading »
Confession: I’ve begun reading cookbooks like novels before bed. I’m not exactly quite sure when this happened. But somewhere along the line, my clock and lamp officially got the axe from my nightstand in order to make way for a swaying stack of food memoirs. It takes a lot of restraint for me not to … Continue reading »
I’ve talked a lot about my diet [see here, here, and here], but I’ve been a little gun-shy about sharing what I do in the gym*. Sometimes I’m actually genuinely startled by my reflection when I see myself doing a chin up or re-racking dumbbells I can hardly carry. Although it’s been 10 months since … Continue reading »
