and just like clock work i have my first, full-blown, fall head-cold. argh. i can’t remember an october where i wasn’t mainlining nyquil and keeping the kleenex executives’ kids in ivy leagues. my sick is an autumnal rite of passage; just as...
happy friday indeed! last week i wrote that sweet, simple love notes from friends, even when they are on post-its, make me silly happy. my beloved janet took my words to heart, and her words of wisdom have brightened my week every time i’m at my bathroom sink....
fresh off the pointy-shoe clad streets of paris where skirts of lavender and violet played tag in the wind, my ever-fashionable friend, niloofar, air-france’d back the best, most-french souvenir of all: ladurée macarons. prettier than any box of tiffany blue or...
welcome to the latest edition of “shut the fridge,” my series where we glimpse into the fridge’s of our favorites. today i’m half-moon pose happy to welcome my girl, my love, jill grogg. jill grogg is one of most popular yogis in town. throngs...
before the ice cream blitz of 2013, initiated in maine, where a daily serving of homemade creamy love became as ritualistic as teeth-brushing, hunkiest and i were doing well on the nutrition wagon. we were eating 100% organic produce and turning our first world...