I love these days. The ones where the sun feels a bit lazier than it did for the last few months, all low slung and syrupy, ready for a nap.
I’ve woken in the middle of the night a lot lately, thinking about random things. Occasionally it’s worries but mostly it’s just thoughts that I’ve become quite good at willing
Amanda gave me a sourdough mother a little over a year ago and I was immediately spellbound by the fermented magic. The mother came with a great story too: started
For one month every year my kids’ ages are one year apart. It’s when (if) I make our holiday card so I write “Andy, Nici, Margot (9) and Ruby (8)”
Our cat died. George, the healthy six year old. Not Sam, the 19 year old who has been sick for two years. It was surprising and gut-twistingly terrible. It was
Sure, sometimes they wish I’d just buy the Halloween costume but in their guts they know they have a mama who loves to make things for them and in their
Before I write about tortillas, I want to begin with: Like many of you: I am juggling making a living/making change/making art/making a grocery list/making senators listen/making out/making beds/making time
Our family recently traveled north into Canada for a long weekend. Andy and I have loved our many trips into Canada but neither of us had been to Calgary or
Well shit, things are heavy in the world right now. I woke up in the middle of the night last night imagining things I’d rather not imagine. Things I’ve read
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