Back in 2003, I wrote an essay titled Are You Sure? In this essay, I thoughtfully laid out the reasons why I never wanted to have children. I sent it to Jane and Glamour, and while neither magazine published my manifesto, I received personalized handwritten rejections...
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Not to sound like I’m bragging or anything, but have I told you guys that my super awesome husband is not only an amazing husband, father, and baker, but that he also likes to make homemade jam? As I type this he’s just finishing up a batch of peach jam....
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This was my second trip to Vancouver. The first time I went was in February 2007. My cousin and I drove up from Seattle and spent one night there, so basically we were only in town for about 24 hours. I remember thinking, “Vancouver…what’s the big...
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OH…MY…GOD. Remember last week when I was obsessing about City Bakery’s Melted Chocolate Cookie? Well, thanks to Molly Wizenberg and my hot baker husband, I obsess no more. Drew tried Molly’s Chocolate Rads recipe today. It’s been a while...
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Remember when Tom Cruise blasted psychiatry and Brooke Shields’s treatment for postpartum depression? I guess his views aren’t that shocking. What do you expect from someone who allegedly insists on having films that he works on run through some wacko...
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Whew. It’s been a joyful, crazy, magical, dreadful, emotional couple of weeks. I wanted to write about my birth experience before my brain is completely gone. It might be too late, but I’ll give it a shot. On Thursday afternoon around 2:45 PM I decided that I would...
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No, I don’t want to move back there, and yes, there are plenty of things that I don’t love about it. But this morning I wished that I had Hiro Nakamura’s ability to teleport, so I could spend the day walking around Santa Monica and Abbot Kinney Blvd...
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It’s so much fun to revisit things that made you happy when you were a child and realize that they still make you happy. On Sunday afternoon, thanks to inspiration from the movie Whip It, I did something that I haven’t done in millions of years. I laced up...
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According to Dictionary.com, “prairie” is a noun that refers to a treeless tract of grassland. But “prairie” doesn’t live within these confines to me. My usage of the word has its origins in 70s and early 80s television. The adventures of...
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