I’m not sure if you’ve gathered by now, but I am somewhat carb-obsessed. My love affair with pasta has always been rampant, but it escalated to epic proportions after I lived in Florence in 2010. In a lot of ways, living in Florence was a coming of age season for me. It was my first semester of college (yes, my parents let me leave the country at 18…looking back it was a scary decision), and it was the first time I was living somewhere I wasn’t influenced by everything I knew. Although I wouldn’t recommend this for everyone, it was a really sweet time for me.
I’m sitting a couple of days away from having lived a quarter century, and I’m feeling really grateful for all the love, adventures, and good food it’s been filled with. In our house we’ve technically been celebrating since April 1st, which is a nice way to explain that I’ve been claiming “birthday month” as my excuse for allllll things. As always celebrating my birthday also means we’ve been eating good food. The most concentrated part of that will happen this week, as it’s my birthday week (!!!!!). This weekend we’ll have a celebration full of tacos, Latinx sounds, and most of my favorite (local) people (anyone in Georgia who wants to surprise arrive this weekend is MORE than welcome to; I’ll keep the guest room ready).
Happy First Day of Spring! Around here, we’ve been counting down to this day for a long, long, long time. And even still, the winter weather in Portland continues.
While I know there are some areas of the country that have more severe weather than Portland, I’m firmly convinced they still get more sunshine than we do. And y’all, until you live somewhere where you only see the sun every two weeks (if you’re lucky), you have no idea how much it affects you.
Have you ever wanted something so bad, that you surrounded yourself with things that remind you of what you want, in the hopes that it will come true?
That’s how I feel right now about sunshine and warm weather. I mean, y’all, we knew what we signed up for when we moved to Portland (or at least we pretended to), and then this winter happened. From an unexpected snow storm that froze the city for over a week, to record rainfalls–EVEN seasoned Oregonians are pulling out their umbrellas, and you don’t do that around here unless you want to lose your reputation.
Hey dream chasers, art makers, movers and shakers.
Hey single mamas and daddies. Hey deployment families. Hey working parents. Hey stay-at-home parents. Hey newly-parents, school-aged parents, and empty-nesters.
One of the most significant days of my life is a day that I cannot remember.
I remember the days before and most of the days after, but not the day itself. February 11, 2008, is shrouded in mystery. I will never forget February 10, 2008 – it was a Sunday afternoon and was one of those days where the sky was too blue not to be outside, despite the chilly February weather. I was sitting in my backyard enjoying the sun when I received a phone call from my sister telling me that a friend’s sister had been killed in a car accident. At the age of 16, I didn’t seem to have the ability to fully process this information. I knew that I needed to go to her funeral visitation the following day to support my friend.
First things first:
I am TOTALLY a fair weather Falcons Fan. I fully accept and embrace the title of being a fair weather fan for the sake of Georgia NFL football this ONE TIME in my entire life. I do not own any Falcons gear, and I have never watched a full Falcons game before.
I am unashamed to say that this is a one time thing, as I’m still in the market for an NFL team to pledge my allegiance to. I’m a little late to the game, since I really only every subscribed to SEC college football, and it has taken me this long (and this much heartbreak) to graduate into NFL fandom.
Do you ever get that feeling like you are simultaneously living in slow motion and a high speed chase? I guess that’s what January has felt like for us. Periods of stop and go, of resetting our brains, of introspection and running straight into the arms of the people we love and support. I’m sure a lot of you have some of the same experiences, or at the very least can relate to the whirlwind of January.
For as long as I can remember, breakfast has been my favorite meal of the day. When I was growing up, we would eat the most colossal breakfasts during the week, and the most extravagant brunches on the weekends. They were the kind of meals that usually made you skip lunch. Till this day I’m pretty bad about eating lunch because my breakfasts are usually big enough that I’m not hungry again until it’s almost time for dinner.
As the year winds down, I’ve found myself reflecting a lot about 2016. In a lot of ways, it’s felt like a year that was a coming of age movie, where turbulence leads to the revealing of true character (or lack thereof). Some words that come to mind as I think of 2016 are: oppressive, loud, tragic, backwards, hate, divisive, polar, unsafe, guns, anti-fill in the blank, uninformed.