My friend Jes taught me to make risotto 17 years ago in her family’s little cabin in Wisconsin. We had traveled there with our friend Tabitha and our 3 babies for a girls weekend (plus infant plus-ones), and Jes had planned dinner, but then needed to nurse her daughter – and so she gave me…
This is probably not new information, but you are not your best friend. You’re not your sister, your husband, your know-it-all cousin or that lady at co-op who told you that kids who don’t read by age 4 are usually dyslexic. 🙄 And so, you don’t have to be their things, either. What am I talking…
For many years, winter and I were not friends. I would get terrible winter blues and struggled with the cold. It made me cranky. Our windy old Victorian was so architecturally interesting and so, so terribly drafty and miserable. It was built in 1905, and remodeled many times. The last time, right before we bought it,…
Someone asked me recently if my kids ever just wake up cranky. And I wanted to say, “Oh my good-golly-gosh-are-you-kidding-sister, YES.” I wake up cranky. Sometimes all of us wake up cranky. Or tired. Or out of sorts for one reason or another. It happened on our first day of school this year. Thank goodness…