Cora didn’t want to go to Israel at first. She didn’t quite see what all the fuss was about. I told her, “Cora, Chris is going … and if he goes without you, you’re going to miss out on sharing something wonderful. He’ll try, but he’ll never be able to fully describe what it means to him.” In the end, she relented, but I could tell her heart wasn’t in it.
And then it was …
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I saw the first of these signs in Scotland, I believe, in an area where there was a lot of road construction going on. Apparently, if you find yourself stranded within these random pockets of rescue, all you have to do is wait and someone will come along to “recover
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Prior to today, my earring situation has been … maddening. That’s because I kept all my earrings (the earrings I wear most of the time, that is) in this cute little ice cream sundae dish. They looked adorable while resting in there, waiting to be picked. And they drove me
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This is a recipe I got from Giada. As in “Giada de Laurentis,” from “Giada’s Everyday Italian” on Food Network. As much as I love cooking, I have to admit that I love lying on the couch watching other people cook even more. What do you think that’s all about?
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We went to Dick’s drive-in in the U-District Thursday (U being University of Washington, for those of you unfamiliar with my exotic, sophisticated, Washingtonian lingo). It wasn’t optional. As far as I know, it’s not possible to drive to and from SeaTac airport without making the obligatory stop at Dick’s
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I’m in absolute chalkboard heaven.
About a month ago, I stumbled upon Martha Stewart’s recipe for custom chalkboard paint. I’d seen black and green chalkboard spray paint at the craft store, but chalkboard paint in any color of the rainbow? O, could it be true? Martha generally tells the truth, except for those instances when she’s trying to convince us that gold leaf-brushed cookies are edible and delicious. Anyway, I wanted it to be true, so I scribbled a quick list, flew to Home Depot and Michael’s, and have been cranking out chalkboards in spare moments ever since …
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I was watching Paula Deen a few weeks ago (I adore her to pieces, btw. When, o when is she going to invite me over for coffee?) when she announced that she was going to show us how to make “Co-wern Dahgs.” I almost didn’t have time to ponder her impressive ability to pull a second syllable out of a one-syllable word, because my thoughts instantly went to the Fair …
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Some losses are, to borrow a phrase from my grandfather, “no bigger than a minute.” These small absences are insignificant in the scheme of things, and easy to measure. You work your tongue up into the gap in your mouth and probe the space your tooth once occupied. You plunge your hand into the pocket where your wallet should be. In those “no bigger than a minute” cases, the loss is really no larger than the space it inhabited.
But when the loss is the size and shape of love, it defies measurement …
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This salad is hands-down my new favorite recipe. Actually, it’s not so much a recipe as a “throwing together of ingredients.” Which is, well … a recipe. Either way, this is low-carb (I’m finally following my doctor’s orders), fast and delicious.
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They say that only two things are certain in this life: death and taxes. In my world, there are two more certainties: Dave would like tacos for dinner, and Dave would like cheesecake for dessert. Any day, any occasion, any time …
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I got a card from my not-so-secret pal a few weeks ago. She’s eleven, blonde-ish, and creeping up on me height-wise. She lives in the bedroom above mine. As far as secret-pal duties go, she favors sneaking up on me when I’m working and giving me an impressively firm shoulder rub. She likes to bring me coffee when I haven’t asked for it, and drop handfuls of Skittles or sour Starburst on my desk whenever she’s in possession of a bag …
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