As if I didn't already have enough food blogs to follow, I've recently become enamored with a whole new world of blogs that fall into two categori...
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> I am not a movie person. Nope. What I mean by that is that I do not seek out movies; I reluctantly, carefully, stubbornly choose a select few to w...
> When I first spotted Rustica in a bookstore, I was smitten right off the bat. I know you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but let's face it �...
> Glitter. No, I'm not talking about the Mariah Carey movie. I'm talking about HOLIDAY TIME! My absolute, very favorite time of year (aside from summe...
> When you're young, you probably don't think too much about life. I'm not talking about life, I'm talking about LIFE. With the context of where you...
> Ten years. That's how long it's been since I stepped out of high school for the very last time. This past weekend, I dragged, err, took, Matt to m...
> The thing about pie is it's quite mysterious until you cut into it. Unlike a tart, which openly reveals its identity upon first glance, a pie only...
> I love Thanksgiving. SO MUCH. I'm not a religious person, so holidays to me are all about family, friends, drinking, laughing, not working, not go...
> There is no perfect time for perfect, it seems. In our modern age, we're all trying to tackle that elusive concept: perfect timing. We want to qui...
> When I was little, my favorite books were Scandinavian fairy tales about a mythical creature called a Moomin, which vaguely resembled a cuter, mor...
> When I was in the 5th grade, my grandpa came to live with my family. At the time, I thought it might be temporary, but by the time I got to high s...
