Like most other things in life, this blog mostly consists of happy little accidents.
And as much as I am against the consumer-driven holiday that is Valentine’s Day, I’ve made it my mission to create something actually worth celebrating. Even if you’re anti-hallmark-holiday like I am, you cannot deny chocolate. Continue reading
I marched with my mother and millions of other wonderful, strong women last weekend in Boston. I have never been in such a large and lively crowd in my life.
The atmosphere was full of positive energy, and plenty of hope that our voices would be heard – and they were. But there is still way more that needs to be done, because now innocent people are also having their lives turned upside down when they’ve done absolutely nothing wrong.
I’m doing my best to channel my frustration into something useful, but outside of bugging our representatives, protesting, or donating to civil rights organizations, there’s not much else any of us can do but take deep breaths and keep doing our best to spread the love.
When the world is upside down and backwards, it’s important to keep enjoying the little things.
The Super Bowl is just around the corner, which means beer and outrageous dips will likely abound. These are the little things worth taking pleasure in when there’s not much else to celebrate. Continue reading
Stop what you’re doing and listen up.
This hunk of chocolatey butter needs to be in your life. More specifically, it needs to be in your mouth.
I know I’m not the first (or even the hundredth) to recreate the Levain Bakery chocolate chip cookies. But, I have been making cookies for a long time. My mom’s been baking cookies for a long time. And I’m sorry, but her cookies are better than Levain’s.
Yeah. I said it. Continue reading
Boston got hit with a big ol’ blizzard yesterday, leaving us all a little bit buried. And as I stare out of my bedroom window onto the adjacent roof tops all covered in a hefty helping of heavy snow, I can’t help but think about what it means to feel stuck.
I’m pretty sure there is no such thing as “stuck”. We make it up so we feel better about not being able to decide what to do with ourselves. When we’re surrounded by a feeling of heavy wetness that prevents us from even leaving the house, it’s easy to feel as if we have no choice but to stay put. We forget how we used to stomp around when we were kids, bundled up to our eyeballs in snow gear, having snowball fights and building igloos with any other kids that happened to be nearby.
We forget how to unstick ourselves.
Welcome back from all the holiday madness. Now we’ve got less than a week before 2017 is upon us. Are you ready?
I’m certainly not. That’s why this year, I’m going to try something new and totally out of character.
I’ve decided not to make any goals for the year whatsoever. Continue reading