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I’ve got some news for you: summer is here baby. In fact, it’s almost over. It’s hot and dry and humid all at once, the sky is big and blu...

I am not a master cookie baker. Nope. That job is reserved for my little brother. Michael. (At age 8.) I love him so much. Since he ...

Let me tell you a dirty secret. I don't love brownies. At least, I thought I loved brownies, but then I ate one of these cookies and dec...

In my last post I said, "God is good, pie is great." I said it as a joke. But I have since come to the startling realization that...

God is good, but pie is great. I made my first lattice crust ever. Pie. Oh my. It's all I've been able to think about. All I wa...

There are two kinds of people in the world: Those who love breakfast. And those who don't. I was anti-breakfast for most of my childhood...

A girl I know, once compared her pet peeves to unruly puppies. I like to think of my pet peeves as puppies, because it makes them less menac...