Another year, another letter. Read the others here. Well lulu, you’re seven — going on seventeen (and yes, your list of nicknames keeps growing). You’re going to be taller than Aunt Maddie and Mimi before we know it. And then you’re coming for me. Your ears are pierced. You’re in FIRST grade. Your baby tight…
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Letter to my nephew, year one
You’re ONE. How did that happen? Luke Andrew – you are the happiest, smiliest, busiest little boy. Those big blue eyes make it impossible to say no to you. When you laugh, you sound like a paradactyl so we’re having a dinosaur themed party for you in a couple of hours. You love everyone. You…
Letter to my niece, year five
Every year on her birthday, I write a letter to my niece. You can read year one, year two, year three, and year four. Hi belle. You’re FIVE. The number of years you’ve been alive barely fit on one hand. (your mom is not handling this well, btw). You’re a little girl. This year cemented…
Speckled Egg Cake
Let’s get clear on one thing. I am many things, but a baker ain’t one of ’em. I try. I look at all these beautiful cobblers, and tartes and galettes and i swoon over them. but when i go to put the whisk to the flour, I often fumble. I could tell you it’s because…
Bunny Pancakes
Here’s the thing. When you have a niece as sassy and awesome and cute as mine, you HAVE to make pink bunny pancakes because you will literally win the rockstar aunt away for at least a day. and hearing her peals of laughter and giddiness at the sight of them is more satisfaction than the…
Cheersing to…
What an interesting take on eating disorders. A dad talks about what it’s like to watch his daughter go through one and what he learned. A fresh and very important perspective. Well, this is pretty cool, Gap. Those dogs, always a wo(man)’s (and police offcer’s) best friend. Get those bad guys, go get ‘em. Someone…
Root Vegetable Chips
VEGGIE CHIPS. That was me trying to get you excited about non potato chips, chips. There are two types of people in the world: those who put their carts away at the grocery store and those who don’t. those who make their beds in the morning and those who don’t. those people that crave salt…
Cheersing to…
To the Parkland kids. The ones speaking up. Speaking out. Hurt, and scared and having gone through a horrific experience but are being brave in spite of it. Armed with their AP government notes and the strength that can only be realized when it’s been tested, they fight. For change. For children. So someone else…