One of the things that I miss the most since moving from California is the access to natural beauty. It has been a bit of a mission of mine, since moving, to find areas in our neck of the woods that help fill that void. It is for this reason that I am so happy that our friends introduced us to La Grange Winery last spring. Continue reading “A Day at La Grange”
Many times before I have been accused of being a bit predictable. I readily admit that I am, in fact, a creature of habit.
I find comfort in routine. I make no apology for this. In fact, I relish it. And some of it just comes from a realization that doing things certain ways makes my life easier. A stitch in time saves nine. Failing to plan is planning to fail. Every cliché is rooted in a simple truth: my routines help me find success, even in the small things. But as I have aged, I have found that there is a very slight, but very critical difference, between some of my habits. I have my routines, sure. But what is actually more important is my rituals.
When I was a child we moved from Texas to Northern California. My father, overly eager about our new surroundings, decided that we should spend our first Sunday hiking. It was a lovely idea, truly. And for the next three-ish years, we spent every Sunday hiking. Now, when I tell this story it sounds darling. Just precious, actually, that as a family we spent every weekend hiking together. Aren’t we outdoorsy? How much family bonding must have happened? No wonder we had such a great relationship. We should all do that with our family! Right? Wrong.
Every winter I dive deep into classic literature. Something about the clouds and the snow make me want to curl up with a dusty covered classic that leaves me having to look up words no one uses anymore. I crave Austen and seek out nonfiction left and right to enjoy while wrapped in big sweaters and drinking peppermint hot chocolate. But in the summer, all bets are off. In the summer, I want books as light and airy as the linen dresses we wear on the way to the beach. Continue reading “5 Best Beach Reads”
Is there anything on earth better than a really good, right out of the oven chocolate chip cookie? I pose the question, but I know the answer. The answer is yes, yes there is: an enormous chocolate chip cookie that can be made in less than 30 minutes. Continue reading “Cheater, Cheater, Skillet Cookie Eater”
Am I the only the one that uses the expression “they say?” You know, when you justify some action because some mystery entity of people says something? In the past couple of years, in an attempt to try to be super self-aware, I have started following up the phrase “they say” with “you know, the people that say these things.” Continue reading “Things “They” Say”
My whole life, I have loved words. In fact, the first word my mother taught me to write was “love,” and it seemed fitting, as my love affair with words has been the steadiest and truest of all. As a child I found pleasure in finding words in books that I did not know. I relished the moments in which I used a new word correctly in conversation, and I was probably the only person at Mercy High School Burlingame that enjoyed Mrs. Mountain’s infamous vocabulary tests (shout out to any Mercy Girls that are reading this!). It is because of my love affair with books and with words that writing has always become a source of solace for me. For years my friends and family alike have told me to write a blog and I have resisted. Continue reading “Spread a Little Sunshine”