Today marks exactly one month before my half marathon! After much equivocation and holding out for a better option, my sister deigned to invite me to St. Louis to run the Rock’n’Roll half with her and prove to her doubting friends that I’m real. For whatever reason, I jumped at the chance to visit her in
Oh hey! I didn’t really mean to take such a long break, and I have all sorts of really good excuses to justify my radio silence. For instance: I moved! Only about a mile, but into this tiny little studio that is perfect in every way except for its utter lack of kitchen counters and
With three kids in the family, you have to put up with a certain amount of compromising on the all-important battlefield of dinnertime vegetables. Green beans (my favorite, but not in my sister’s good graces) switched off with spinach (I had a traumatic spinach experience in elementary school…), and everyone more or less ate it.
I’m often a very lazy salad dressing maker, to the point that I usually just drizzle the salad with some oil and sometimes vinegar if I’m feeling fancy. (Maybe this is why I don’t eat a lot of salads.) But the move has reunited me with my beloved blender, and I celebrated its return with
The vernal equinox last Friday heralded the beginning of spring, but I think Boston missed that memo. It started snowing Friday night and kept it up just through the run I dragged my sister on Saturday morning, marking at least the third time that it’s resumed snowing when I thought for sure that winter had