Happy Place

Happy Place

I’m lucky to have a like-minded husband. When it comes to music, food, child rearing and politics—you know, the important stuff—Christian and I are on the same page. Sure, we may clash over how hoppy a beer should be or how late you can sleep in before your spouse starts unloading the dishwasher as loudly as possible. But in terms of big, meaningful things, we’re singing from the same hymnal.

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Every Minute

Every Minute

Mom, here we are: our first Mother’s Day apart. I don’t like this one bit.

I am still in denial mode, I suppose. I can’t believe that I won’t see you, hear you, hug you anymore. I look at pictures of you, smiling so brightly back at me, and it’s as if we just haven’t caught up in a while. I simply need to call, right? You’ll answer the phone with your joyful, “Hello, my darling!” And all will be right in my world.

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Brussels Sprouts Disguised Among Apples, Bacon and Pecans

Brussels Sprouts Disguised Among Apples, Bacon and Pecans

I’m not a huge fan of admitting that I’m wrong. (Ask my husband.) But when it comes to Brussels sprouts, I must acknowledge that I’ve been a complete fool for 30+ years. I have decried Brussels sprouts as bitter, ugly and hardly worth the space they consume on the plate. I have rejected them at holiday dinners. I have mocked and abused them to anyone who would listen.

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Gardening for the Vertically Advantaged

Gardening for the Vertically Advantaged

I have a little problem. And when I say “little,” I mean short. His name is Furgus. He’s a corgi, and he’s terribly naughty.

At 14 months old, Furgus has the brain of a puppy, the teeth of a shark and the body of a full-grown beast. He is both adorable and highly destructive. (The adorable part allows him to remain a member of our household.)

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Friendship in Motion

Friendship in Motion

We talked about a trip to London for years—my mom, my sister and me. As avid readers of the British literary masters, it was a shame we hadn’t journeyed over the pond to pay homage to the authors we loved so much.

We promised ourselves a decade ago that we’d make a ladies’ trip of it, but as you might imagine, life delivered several detours. Babies. More Babies. Careers.

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