I’ve been slowly — very, very slowly — reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s book, Big Magic. Every couple of nights when I’m not up late working,...
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I have a confession to make. With this brilliant Indian Summer we've had, I've missed one thing, and it's truly a surprise: cold, rainy, windy day...
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I distinctly remember when smoothies became a presence in my life. It was in high school, when the first Jamba Juice opened in a strip mall near m...
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*serves four 1/3 cup of small tapioca pearls (not instant), soaked in cold water for 15-30 minutes 3 cups of milk 2 eggs, separated 3 tables...
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For Matt’s 30th birthday, I baked him a German Chocolate Cake — his favorite, and my very first layered cake. I only had one cake pan at the t...
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I still remember that weird feeling of publishing something “on the internet” and getting comments and emails from complete strangers saying t...
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When I lived in Italy, I learned three very important things. Don't talk about God. Don't talk about politics. And eat pasta as a first course. I'...
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I’m not usually very good at staying silent. I’m often quick to judge and make a statement. In the heat of the moment, I often see things in b...
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We're packing in trips like there's no tomorrow before these babies arrive. We still have some time (I'm nearly halfway there!), but with my growi...
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Everything starts anew. Year after year that I live in San Francisco, I am reminded that the fog will roll in right around my birthday. And I will...
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To this day, the best Halloween costume I've ever encountered was worn by a girl in my sixth grade class. She dressed up as a Twinings tea bag. Yo...
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The first blog I ever had was a LiveJournal. I wrote in it the way I would write emails to my friends (and they'd comment back as if we were on on...