{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A mo...

"Anti-social media." That's what my husband says when you bring up Twitter, Facebook, Google + or anything that incites or req...

My Mom used to live in Texas. That isn't useful information to anyone, really. It does, however, explain how I came to know of Pico de G...

Every book in our house is read a minimum of 4 times an hour.  Each day it might be a different rotation of books, if I am fortunate enough ...

I’ve had a mild obsession with tomatoe marmalade since out weekend in the Okanagan.   After our trip to the market the clouds broke and we v...

Do you remember when you were 16 and you finally got that guy you loved FOREVER to notice you and suddenly you were agreeing to go to the mo...

I have officially reached a point where there can be chocolate in the house and I am not constantly thinking about devouring it.  Shocking, ...

I'm a little behind this week.  In so many ways I am behind, but no one needs to be reminded of my laziness.  Okay, maybe I need to be r...

Some things are just more trouble than they're worth. I now put homemade ketchup in that category, along with transplanting houseplants ...

There is that moment in time that every parent dreads in the development of their toddler - the Mine! stage. When the fork you are using, ...

I have to make a confession. As much as I'd like to think I am a foodie, there are still a lot of foods I've never cooked for mysel...