About eighteen months ago, we were looking at the year ahead of us and considering the trips we had in store. We planned a trip to see my family in San Francisco, several trips to the Philadelphia area for Sesame Place and various farm-ish things around there, and some possible long weekends in other nearby [...]
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I avoided the story at first. Because it’s one EVERYONE wanted to share with me. A small boy named Beckett being portrayed by the press as a gender-bender for wearing pink toenail polish. Sound familiar? Yes. Anyone who knows my family knows about our pink-tutu-wearing son, Beckett. The J. Crew catalogue’s Beckett and my Beckett [...]
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When I came home from the grocery store with more apple sauce only to hear my husband groan about the surplus, I began to realize how much I tend to buy when something is on sale. If I see a deal on a staple food during the course of my regular shopping trip, I tend [...]
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These rice balls (also called onigiri) are made with a mixture of half brown rice and half quinoa, the wonder grain that I am eternally grateful my son enjoys eating as it has sustained him through his picky toddler years. I put it in the microwave for about 10 seconds (for a small glass bowl) [...]
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We use microfiber cloths for almost everything and we are picky about our sponges. We have lately been thrilled to see natural sponges appear on the scene, but we also really like the scrubby side – life with a teenage boy who cooks his own eggs frankly requires scrubby sponges. At BlogHer this year, Scotch-Brite [...]
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I decided to take advantage of a review ticket to the preview of Secretariat because I loved the last big horse movie, Seabiscuit, a surprising amount. I saw it one day alone in Cape Cod, not very excited about it but needing something to do. I am not and have never been a horse person [...]
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I wasn’t a vegetarian for the first decade of our relationship. It didn’t cause much of a problem, really. Wes sometimes poked weak jabs at my carnivore ways but he is mostly a live-and-let-die-of-clogged-arteries type. He himself became a vegetarian at age 7 when, after gamboling with baby sheep in the English countryside, he was [...]
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As a child, I grew up in two houses: one where the dad cooked and one where the mom did not. The same basic formula applied to the grandparents: Dad’s dad cooked, Mom’s mom did not (though she baked). As per my role models, I did not grow up longing to cook anything and would, [...]
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