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It's okay. I mean, it's really okay.  I failed at making hardboiled eggs last night. But it's okay.  Hardboiled eggs are on...

Right now I am lying on my bed with my shoes on.  White sunlight coming in through the window.  Two nights ago, I saw a band called ...

Hello beautiful darling,  This is the last post for the year, I think. It is all so strange and magical. So full.  The Christmas l...

Time is passing, and it scares me.  Thanksgiving is always a marker of this: the old people move slower, the young people move faster, ha...

My Danish great-grandmother used to make this soup for my mother, and my mother used to make it for me. Last week, when Jacob was stay...

Life is good, mostly great.  But today, and lately, lately being most of October, I've had the blues.  I'm not alone i...

I go grocery shopping on Saturdays now.  And I cook a lot on Sundays-- sometimes spiced sweet potatoes, always brown rice, once, a disgu...