Be Your Own Badass

I fear I am a one-note writer. So many of my essays are expressions of gratitude — although sometimes I bury it deeply enough that readers simply think the piece was about eating pie (blueberry up my nose) or getting new shoes (don’t touch: MINE) or loving my kids (Have you met them? They will gaze silently, […]

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In the Bag

I had quite a tussle in the kitchen the other day, and Mario Batali wasn’t even trying to abscond with the dark chocolate.  (Good thing, too, for I am not above take-down by pony tail). Rather, I was attempting to demonstrate my General Maturity by making dinner. Planning began at 10 a.m., moved through a stop at the grocery […]

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