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A Five Year Retrospective

August 13, 2011

I think it was this weekend five years ago my husband orchestrated my 50th birthday party with the help of my best friend who graciously held the party at her home.  It seems longer ago than five years, and considering all that has happened in that time, it qualifies as yet another of my lifetimes.

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College + Life: Year One

July 7, 2011

It’s been an interesting year and writing about it on July 6 is odd considering most people think about doing so on January 1 when they’re busy taking stock of their lives, yet again caught up in the idea of promising themselves the moon if only they might eat less, organize more, drink less, exercise [...]

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wordless wednesday: on the vine

June 28, 2011

on the vine  

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Saturation point

June 26, 2011

saturation (sat-u-ra-tion) noun The state or process that occurs when no more of something can be absorbed, combined with, or added. This would be me on food. Eating it, looking at it, purchasing it, cooking it, cleaning it up, and most of all — writing about it.  I’m saturated.  In fact, I’m probably super-saturated, but [...]

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Cats and morning routines on cold days

March 3, 2011

Last month when the rest of the country began to complain about the seemingly endless amount of snow they’d been buried beneath this winter, we were basking in sunny days, warm breezes and average temps hovering at 70. I had a suspicion we’d get hammered in February, and although the hammering may not be quite [...]

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On the importance of unwritten lists

January 18, 2011

Each day I promise myself I’ll sit down to write something — something that has nothing to do with food — and each day, I fail.  This dooms me to an endless procession of imagined writings that weave in and out of each day, sparked by the smallest things I may not realize have had [...]

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In my past life…

October 13, 2010

When I look at various places in England, I can’t help but think that’s where I’m supposed to be.  It’s a strange feeling.  I drop the man on Google maps street view and have a look around knowing that it’s a place I want to be, no matter where it is.  I’ve been there before, [...]

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