The Julie/Julia project was started by an almost-thirty year old secretary in New York who was stuck in a rut and used Mastering the Art of French Cooking to get out of said rut. It also worked. She conquered the recipes (even the aspic), got herself a book deal and a movie was made starring Meryl Streep and Amy Adams. She started her blog when blogs were just beginning. No photos or fancy links, just a woman and her words out of her small apartment in Long Island City. While I was at HousingWorks Bookstore in NYC, my favorite place…

When I visit new cities, there’s a moment where I am in complete awe of a place. It’s usually at a time when I take my first bite of a dish I know I am going to think about forever. In a rush, I feel the overwhelming feeling of gratitude, the taste of a meal well-made, the sense of belonging to a place that is not my home, the sheer amazingness of being in a city that existed long before me and will exist long after me but damn, am I here right now and a part of something bigger…

Thirty is the new twenty, forty is the new thirty….new new new. What about just accepting getting ‘old’ instead? In the grand scheme of things, thirty is not elderly and in fact it a perfectly fine age to be. My twenties were pretty wonderful and I whole-heartedly expect my thirties to be as well. This new decade has me thinking a lot about time. How slowly and how quickly it passes. When I think of when I turned twenty, it seems like from then to now it has been a slow treck. When I asked my grandmother about when she…

It comes in all forms. It can be unexpected or a long-time coming. Whichever way it goes, it’s always hard and always a very emotional process; no matter if the end result is for the best. After living life beside someone for so long the detachment process gets more complicated. My husband and I were officially divorced in January after separating last August. Our divorce was unexpected, even for me, and I am the one who initiated the conversation. I had everything I needed to be happy, yet I wasn’t. It didn’t make sense and it was a very scary and…

Did we all want to wake-up with a fairy godmother on New Year’s Day or at least a life coach to help get us through the rollercoaster that can be life? I sure did. Alas, there was no floating grandmother in my room with a wand ready to give me a new ride, a checking account full of cash money and a new dress for the charity ball so what’s a girl to do? Become the coach/fairy godmother/leading lady of her own life. That’s right. Pick myself up by the boot-straps, save the tears for Bridget Jones’ Diary Marathons and get-the-eff-on-with-it.

Kansas City held their own sister march, in unity with the Women’s March in Washington, D.C. The sun was finally out this winter and it cast a hopeful glow on everyone there that afternoon. As I walked with my friend Lauren up the hill and through the crowd, we were in awe at the amount of passionate people who showed up. Men, women and children all had signs and all came to support each other-even if the reasons why they were marching were different. Part of my reasoning was to support Planned Parenthood, whose funding is at risk of getting…

This is not a post about resolutions. I have said it before, but I feel resolutions set me up for failure. I’m old enough to know that the strike of midnight on the 1st does not change me into a more productive and put-together version of myself. I do know though, that a clean slate does wonders for the soul and my mental state- so I just focus on that. I focus on waking up everyday and trying to be better than I was the day before and that is something that does stay consistent. I try to set myself…

mussels seafood

As I held the fork up to my mouth, it hovered there for a moment. The aroma hitting me, ever so softly, tempting me as I hesitated to take the next step. First, I tasted the savory yet sweet caramelized onions. Next came the robust flavor of the pepper jam and finally the soft taste of duck liver mousse. Immediately, years of instant regret washed over me as I reflected I could have been eating this my entire life. I devoured the rest on my plate and my friend and I could only smile at one another as we dug…

kid sea

A million books on the subject but in the end I feel most people just do what their instincts tell them. No new parent really knows what will happen or how their child will behave until it happens, no amount of reading can truly prepare one for the unknown. That said, advice, blogs, books all are informative and help but no matter what, it comes down to the environment and the culture in most ways. Since my last post, babies have still been on the brain. While abroad I took an opportunity to observe the parenting culture in Europe more…

airport

A lot of people dislike packing. I actually find it quite fun! Whether packing to move house or packing for a trip, there’s a sense of order and organization to it that I find therapeutic. Since I’m a planner, I enjoy the thoughtful process of selecting my best things for my trip and imagining what I’ll be doing while I wear them. It helps when your gal pal comes over to make a list and drink wine with you too! Having been traveling internationally for a decade now, I’ve picked up a few accessories and travel tricks I’d like to…