Wordless Wednesday: Us – We’re Just Like Stars!
I took this picture on our way back to the car after church and brunch at Old Havana last Sunday. I thought these guys looked so cute (all in plaid shirts and gray sneakers; I guess it’s bound to happen…
Oh no, let’s go: packing like it’s 1999 and preparing for The Monti
Things might get a little quiet on Hot Breakfast over the next couple weeks. For starters, we have the move. I have been diligently assembling boxes and filling them with blankets, picture frames, Tupperware, platters and off-season clothes. I promise…
Movin’ on Up (that is, if I can move on off the couch)
Well, we got the house. *Not an actual representation of the new house. Same neighborhood, same square-footage, different house. We’re happy about it. We really are. But if I don’t sound excited about it, it’s because I’m not necessarily excited…
Sweet dreams are made of creeps
Friday night, I had a dream that I lived in the apartment above Dooce. In real life, she’s a blogger I admire. In my dream, she was a romance novel writer. Those with the barrel-chested, bodice-ripping Fabios on the cover…
Reflections on a quarter-life crisis: 5 lessons for my 25-year-old self
I turned 35 last month. There’s no official research on this, but in my mind, 35 is a turning point. From a young woman to, well, a woman. From “miss” to “m’am.” From the coveted 18-34 demographic to the demographic…
