“Cut my hair,” she says, with that all-purpose, pleading tone, the one she uses for popsicles and new shoes and just one more game of cards.
I don’t want to cut her hair. She’s twelve … almost thirteen, and that means she
That was the craziest day I’ve had in a long time. No, that’s not extreme enough. That was the craziest day I’ve EVER HAD.
It all started innocently enough. I planned to spend the morning enjoying Gage, bake a pan of Nutty bars to read more
I thought I’d make brownies for Dave, but it meant getting a little creative. I couldn’t find unsweetened baking cocoa at Edeka, but I knew that with a little finagling, I could reduce the butter and substitute for unsweetened baking chocolate. read more