, This lunch box mama gets ready for back to school with recipes for her little ones. Bread, muffins, tarts, and even back to school pencil-shaped wafers. I’ve never really been a New Year’s…
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Two and a half years ago, almost to the day, my husband and I packed all our belongings into boxes, distributed all our good furniture (code for stuff not bought in Ikea) amongst unwilling…
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Is “wellness” an unattainable construct? No matter how hard we try it’s always just out of reach. The trouble with a system that sets us up for failure. (As indicated by the title, there’s a part…
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Wherein I find I have so much to say, that I’m splitting this into parts. Like Joanna, I’m a fan of pancakes. In fact, there was a month last winter where I had vivid…
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food healthSex, Sunday and Pancakes (or: Now That I Have Your Attention–A Gluten/Dairy-free Recipe)
Pancakes. A food item I have a serious thing for as of late, it’s safe to say they are something of an obsession since I have spent countless hours over the last four months trying to figure…
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I don’t write much about food, which seems odd, because it’s a huge part of my life. It’s probably because it feels weird saying “food is a huge part of my life”. Isn’t food…
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arts & music food home & lifestyle travelCrazy, Stupid, Love (or: A Public Display of Affection for Brussels)
Dear Brussels, I wanted to like you the first time we met. Really. I did. I tried to revel in your vacuous corners and diplomatic-inspired boulevards. I tried to wrap my head around the…
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Very soon, our little family will seek out our own view of the Empire State building (and see JoAnna at the same time!). New York City! It’s the only American city this…
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I’m inspired today by Briana’s myth-busting post, partly because I’m also from a country fond of cultural appropriation (besides adopting any national holiday that involves drinking, we also enjoy claiming people/things from New Zealand as our…
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Before apps, there was playing outdoors. And as I think back, “go, go, stop” seemed like about grade two for me. But lately, life (wonderfully) has been feeling like an eight year olds’ game…