One year, six quilts: For Kandice K. (both of them)
Editor’s note: This post is part of a year-long series in which I finish all the unfinished quilts in my house and write about them. I have two friends named […]
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One year, six quilts: Let’s put these babies to bed
In the quilting world, they are called UFOs. Unfinished objects. Any sewer worth their seam ripper has a whole stash of them. Projects they’ve started with a rush of creative […]
A sweet taste at the end of a bittersweet journey
One of my dad’s last bites of real food was a slice of Texas orange. It was mid-January, and he was days from death. For 18 months, he’d had a […]
Listen to This: Meditating with Russell Brand, Ruby Wax and that guy from Headspace
Who would have thought that Russell Brand would host one of my favorite podcasts? I could not have cared less about this British comedian until last summer, when he started […]
Thanks to online dating, I know what it’s like to drown in a sea of fish
Before online dating, I didn’t think it was possible to drown in a sea of fish. Way back in 2016, I finally jumped on the internet to try to find […]
It’s 2018 — My sons wear fingernail polish. Stop calling it ‘girlie.’
I’m always amazed when people are surprised that my sons wear fingernail polish. Their dad is a rock-and-roll guy with earrings and eyeliner. We live in Austin. Their mom is […]
Listen to This: Two podcast episodes from ‘Millennial’ that will make you rethink millennials
I consume podcasts in the way I once consumed magazines. I still try to read books and stay up with a couple of magazines, but I listen to more than […]
What does it mean to be a millennial mom?
I feel very much like a millennial, and this surprises people. It came up at the eye doctor’s the other day. “You’re not a millennial. You don’t seem entitled and […]
What better Christmas surprise than a living link to Sweden?
Just when I thought my Sweden story was coming to an end, a new chapter began. A few weeks before Christmas, I received an email from a man named Ronney. […]
Daydreaming about the Swedish homeland (and hedgehogs)
Hedgehogs are apparently all over Gotland, and I didn’t see a one. Mainland Sweden has hedgehogs too, but so does this island 60 miles offshore. Four months ago, my sister […]
After 124 years, Sweden beckons, so here I go
In 1892, my great great grandmother got on a boat. She was 37 years old and living on an island in the middle of the Baltic Sea with her two […]
Ten years later, I’m still in love, in mourning and in rainbows
Troy died 10 years ago today.
If you’ve known me for any length of time for the past 15 years, that name has come up.
Troy was my best friend. Like, that best friend at the top of the best friend pile who is secretly your favorite.
Swiping Right in the Elementary School Parking Lot
Even Picasso’s blue period came to an end. Those were my friend’s helpful words when I told him that my casual-meaningful-fleeting-monogomous relationship had ended. We’d been dating for a good […]
Sexy magazines, stretch goals, why I can’t get the ink off my fingers
Magazines have always been something I treasured. I read them as a kid, but it wasn’t until journalism school that I really fell hard for them. The edgy design and […]
Planting roots, growing branches and knowing when it’s time to go (alone)
“Are you traveling by yourself?” I was surprised at just how many times I received that question while on my latest adventure. I write this post the night before I […]
Back to blogging, with a detour through Spain and the land of letting go
The Feminist Kitchen quietly turned 5 this summer. So did the little boy whose arrival is what nudged me to start it in the first place. I turned 32 smack […]
Ten Years on Facebook, and Everything I Feared About It Is True
Facebook is Narcissism in its Purest and Greatest Form. That’s how I felt about Facebook when I first (reluctantly) joined, 10 years ago this month. That’s also the name of […]
Learning to YOLO from an 8-year-old
That baby that changed everything turned 8 recently. I guess all babies change everything, but this one. This Julian. This kid, my squirrely ray of sunshine that loves Minecraft, Pokeman, […]
Sleeping under a quilt that’s older than all of us
When I come home to visit Mom and Dad, I sleep under a fern. Bigger than a dog, smaller than a car, it’s a fuzzy green orb looking soft from […]
Stepping back into the Kitchen I never really left
Hi, friends. I think I’m ready to be back in the kitchen. Earlier this year, Ian and I separated and then divorced. We are co-parenting with kindness and love, and […]
