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When we three drove down the highway toward the ferry on a sunny Monday, Lu shouted out, “We love adventures in this family!” Oh yes, we do. This time in our lives crackles with emails, meetings with…
When we three drove down the highway toward the ferry on a sunny Monday, Lu shouted out, “We love adventures in this family!” Oh yes, we do. This time in our lives crackles with emails, meetings with…
Back in 1994, I taught this singular young man. Nearly everyone I taught on this little rural island was singular. Vashon breeds eclectic kids, full of quirks and talents, whether it’s mud bogging in the…
When my dear friend Tita met Danny for the first time, she knew he was the right man for me. She said she could tell by my joyful ease as I sat next to him,…
How can you not love someone whose name is Joy the Baker? That’s what she is — Joy. Yes, her name is Joy, but I mean more than that. Joy Wilson is sunlight and goofiness,…
These are doughnuts. Yeasted doughnuts with a honey glaze, to be exact. They are light with a little heft, sweet but not too sweet, and have the feel and smell and taste of doughnuts. That’s because they…
Words rattle around in my head all the time. Sometimes my brain repeats words that sound good: prestidigitation, mellifluous, voluminous. Other times, my mind worries over names that snake in there: Christianne Amanpour, Shmuley Boteach, Prunella…
You all blow me away. This past week has been extraordinary, for a number of small reasons. However, mostly it’s because my life has been imbued with your love stories. Every day, I have been coming…
This is a cake pop. It’s a cake pop made by my wonderfully talented and lovely friends Jessie (also known as Cakespy) and Megan (also known as Not Martha).If you are lucky enough to know…
We are just starting to bake a cake. To be specific, we’re baking Dorie Greenspan’s devil’s food white-out cake, gluten-free. And our little friend H, who lives in San Diego, is making the cake too.…
I look forward to that first perfect peach every summer. You know the one I mean, right? That firm-fleshed peach that yields to the teeth, the one that is not entirely soft but not as hard…
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