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summer wind down (opens the original)
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Star Soup (opens the original)
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Panzanella salad and BOOK TOUR?! (opens the original)
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It feels like we’re approaching the end of summer (might just be me?)It’s been a lot of driving back and forth from the big city. Press days and long car rides, then coming home and trying to remember what needs to be done here. I had a cover shoot at a farm recently which felt like a breath of fresh air. Old creaky wood floors and an abundance of vegetables growing right outside a cranked open, white framed window. I also rediscovered Jersey Mikes which I hadn’t had since pregnancy. There is so
What the garden gave us (opens the original)
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the news... (opens the original)
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I found this journal buried entry in my leather bound book. My finger has lingered over the “publish” button for weeks, unsure whether these words were meant to stay between me and the page. But this morning, I woke up with the feeling that perhaps they no longer belong only to me. Maybe they belong to the countless mothers who have carried fear, hope, and love in the same breath.Lately, I’ve found myself in twilight, clinging to any spark of light dancing across the horizon.Whimsy has cancer.Th
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