food
now that's pressure...
I'm making potato salad. I am. I'm doing it and none of you can stop me. Mostly because I've already made the potato salad. Yeah. Stressful. Don't you get it? That it's stressful? Because it is. Because I don'
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examining the cheese ball...
This post was going to be called "may the cheese ball be with you..." because as I type this up I'm in bed with a bad cold snuggling with my kiddo and watching Star Wars Episode V. But Cheese Ball and Star Wars in a blog
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the art of the sugar cookie...
I remember sugar cookies with great fondness. Whenever we made them as a kid, which I don't recall doing often, I took great joy in the cutting and decorating of them. Frosting, sprinkles, candies. Fun. But the eating of the sugar cookies I never reveled in. I never
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the season
It isn’t the rain that signals a change of seasons here. The semi-constant rain cleanses and renews but it doesn’t mark change. Nor does the blinding sun, which seems to come more in the dead of winter. It seems determined to blind us more than to hold back
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perfect excuse for a little black dress...
Over the weekend I stopped by WordCamp Portland for a few hours. I went in to do an interview, as asked by our intrepid organizers, and while I was there took the opportunity to catch some of the content and reconnect with some friends I hadn't seen in
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let me tell you a story...
I know I know. I'm always telling you stories. Each post here contains some twisted bit of insight into my mind or life. These pages are riddled with stories. Tales I've felt compelled to tell. Things I've wanted to open up about. Moments I&
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it's a poem... just deal with it
For the most part my resurgence in posting as of late is just me diving back into myself. Allowing me a chance to be me for a while and to work with something I love. Words. My love affair with words started when I was young. Very young. When my
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a technicality...
It's not yet midnight here on the West-coast. It's not even close to midnight actually. Prime time TV is still on. At least I think it is... they still call it prime time don't they? Hell I don't know. I don'
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an underlying issue
You know what we haven't talked about in a while babies? Underwear. That's right. Undies. Panties. Undergarments. They're a big deal. A really big deal. They're a fundamental part of your everyday life, whether you think about them or not. Wait, do
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little sleeps
Every night has the same routine. That doesn't mean that every night is the same. They all have their own special set of circumstances. A different set of challenges. Conversations. A new story to read or a new chapter to begin. The pjs change. Sometimes the cats curl
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time
Time is such a slippery commodity. It's not measurable in advance with any certainty but the increments we leave behind are solid, accounted for down to the microsecond on the clock of life. Each moment changing, evolving, forming us as we continue on our paths. But there is
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long story
It was nearly 3 years ago that I decided, not for the first time in my life, to chop off most of my hair. It's been long, short and half shaved. Blond, black, red, white, purple and burgundy. The one constant with my hair since the age of