Watching a loved one endure a chronic illness feels deeply wounding and immaculately helpless.
I visited Boston last week, my first visit to my old home since moving to Seattle.
What you need to know about joining a CSA, or community supported agriculture program.
I. Love. Cheese.
There are many stories from my trip to Nepal, but all of them remind me that I can get through anything, no matter how foreign.
“Honey, you’re not in Stockholm.”
Home is an idea, I think. It’s not a building. It’s not even people. It’s the feeling that you can rest, without trying to be too much or too little, and just be.
During every Thanksgiving since I can remember, I’ve eaten this jam.
When I arrived at Bucknell as a freshman 9 years ago, I never imagined that I’d someday be moving back to Seattle, driving through campus with a dog and a husband in tow.
Yoga is my temple, my happy hour, my gym, and my therapist. No matter what’s going on in my life, yoga is home.
Isn’t it wonderful to watch someone you love find their passion in life?
A yummy hostess gift that goes hand-in-hand with stories of my husband’s late-night snack obsession.