Darlings, I just got home from camp. I'm exhausted, I'm hyper emotional. I'm burnt and bruised from being out of kitchen practice and a klutz in general. But I'm also happy, refreshed and grateful once again for the experience of community. Going to camp at 13 is hard. Going to camp at 32 is… Continue reading 1700 words on my insincere desire for emotional neutrality or why I equally love and fear my time at camp.
Darlings, As I am writing to you, it is 6:30 in the morning, dark as can be and each rain drop is hitting the pavement outside with a purposeful smack (better than a missile hitting down with a purposeful smack, I suppose). This is reminding me that nobody can really escape winter. It happens everywhere.… Continue reading It’s Cold Everywhere or Why Are Pencil Skirts so Unforgiving?
Good Morning Darlings, It is hard to express how upset I am, how upset we all are, over the state of the world right now. It's tough to know what to do or what to say because it's never going to be enough to make everything better. Most of us also have neither unlimited time… Continue reading Find your giving strategy and eat cake for breakfast.
Darlings, Well first and most importantly, I love bread. This is a trait I share with Oprah. Like being a mogul and really loving books and gifts and best friends, we are on the same page about bread. My personal favorite breads are sourdough and challah. I'm not entirely sure which bread is Oprah's… Continue reading Challah is without question the best bread or Shana Tova Darlings!
Darlings, You know that my tendency for sentimentality is truly one of my greatest faults. I have a hard time living in the present, or at least, appreciating the present, and instead default to romanticizing the past (news flash LCF: the past used to be the present you loathed so deeply) or visualizing the future… Continue reading Fried Cauliflower or Today we rise.
Darlings, I can't believe I'm putting this down on paper - but I have to tell you that there is something magical about post labor day weekend in Portland. All of a sudden the city clears out and everything is quiet and you can get a table at any restaurant you want again! And for… Continue reading September in Maine or Nothing Gold Can Stay.
Darlings, As you may or may not (have you been living under a rock for the past five and a half years?!) know, camp is incredibly important to me. Now, let's get one thing squared away before we begin. Camp is different from camping. I don't love camping. I don't love sleeping in tents, I… Continue reading Please don’t confuse ‘Camp’ with ‘Camping’ – OR the life-changing power of camp love.