My twin sister’s father-in-law (say that ten times in a row!), Glenn, loves to send me pictures of his favorite new recipes. He’s a true believer in freeing yourself in…
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Dear friends and fellow eaters. It’s been ages … eons! … since I’ve posted, and I promise it’s for good reason. I have lots of exciting news on the way, but…
At staff orientation for Firelight Camps this past weekend, I led our new team in an icebreaker. Everyone picked a piece of paper out of a hat, with a number and a sentence starter on it. For example, “4. If I were Willy Wonka, I would…”
First, we had to scramble to recreate our circle in order of the numbers on our piece of paper, from 1 to 16 clockwise. Number one then gave their paper to number two, and so forth, giving each person thirty spontaneous seconds to complete their sentence.
When Ayla was born, I wrote her birth story. It’s long and unedited. My mamma suggested that maybe Ayla wouldn’t want me to make it public; my own perspective, however positive in my memory, may not resonate with the woman Ayla will become. This was wisdom I took to heart.
I’ve been itching to write this post since Ayla was born, but, you know … babies. In the three and a half months since our little girl has graced our…
I cannot tell you how many variations of mac n’ cheese and pasta casserole I made during my nine months of pregnancy (and how much more is now in my freezer for…
I remember thinking before I was pregnant, “one day when I’m pregnant I’m going to blog about all the recipes I’m going to make from scratch,” like saltines for morning…
There’s always a rush to the grocery store to get a Thanksgiving turkey before they’re sold out. Want to know a secret for saving the stress? Get a frozen turkey,…
Thanksgiving, or really any big feast, can invoke a sense of stress and panic in even the most seasoned cook. We want our meal to be perfect and tasty, warm and inviting, ready…
Halloween! What a marvelous, playful time of year where everyone can try on their favorite phantasmic character for an eve … or a weekend. (Any ideas for a pregnant-bellied mamma?!) It’s…