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The Story About Bob's

The story of Bob’s Donut & Pastry Store goes way back into the depths of my childhood.

Whenever we would visit my grandparents, without-fail there would be fresh pink box of donuts waiting (not Bob's, but similar). Regardless of if we ate one donut or the whole box, the next morning Grandpa would diligently go fetch a fresh new box. Grandma’s orders. We ate the donuts with 7-up always, usually on the floor playing with Lincoln Logs. Or in Grandpa’s lap scouring for words in his crossword puzzle book. Chocolate remaining on our faces all day long.


This is a place where dreams become reality.

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AN Undefended Heart

"Intimacy of the undefended heart."

This came to me in a recent meditation class. It struck me so pointedly. 

These are the words that I’ve been looking for. The phrase to describe this new, opening chapter of my life. The chapter where I have committed to talking intimately about the feelings that make up my life. 




Food for events. I dig building menus. Mostly because I find it challenging. I continually complicate things, but my mom is great about reminding me to keep it simple.

Menus for bridal showers are always interesting to me. People want substance (bc champagne), but don't tend to eat a ton. In our experience (which is getting up there at this point), cheese boards work great. Also, eggs! Substantive. Add a few hearty salads (more on that later) and you're set. Easy. 

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"THE" Biscuit Recipe

This is one of those recipes that I will make so many times in my life that people will come to expect biscuits when I show up somewhere. These biscuits will be served at every holiday gathering, all future dinner parties and every cabin trip until the end of my time. There are so many variations on this recipe that it works for every single occasions. Not joking. 


Me vs. ME

Similar to so many others, I've made a place for meditation in my life. It's something that is so natural to dismiss... it's just sitting and thinking. Or even less productive than that. It's sitting and NOT thinking. It's simple to disregard. I did for decades.