The other day, I got up an hour earlier than usual to make sure that I was appropriately dressed (when you work from home, “appropriately dressed” is a thing you have to sometimes think carefully about, usually on those occasions
I know I’m not the only person out there who feels these days as if it’s hard to know how to keep going. There’s a general aura of fatigue and anxiety in the air everywhere I go. Friends and family
What happened??? Lots of RRG readers have contacted me over the past several months, wanting to know where I’ve been. What’s going on. If I’m all right, if the family’s all right. We are. And thank you. And it’s complicated.
Now that the kids are old enough to give their input for the monthly meal plan, the question “What do you want for dinner?” is inevitably answered this way by at least one of them: “Burgers!” Yeah, my boys are
I’m not even kidding. So much of this meal plan was created like this: Me: *frowns at notebook, tries to drink more coffee to jog mind, contemplates giving up and moving to a desert island with a good long book*
You may have noticed that there’s been sort of a theme running on RRG lately: the boys are growing older. We’re having to expand everyone’s horizons and ways of doing things. We’re figuring out where to give them more independence,
WHY DIDN’T SOMEBODY SAY SOMETHING? Jeez! I finally posted the secret to sourdough starter this summer, and then…I swear I thought I’d posted this follow-up. But I hadn’t. And I realized it today, because I went looking for this post
I’ve been planning our family dinners a month at a time for so long now that I honestly can’t even tell you exactly how long it’s been. It might be a decade, give or take. That’s a long, long time.
Every Christmas Eve, we eat lunch at a hibachi restaurant with my parents and my sister D. I don’t know exactly how that became our tradition, but it has stood for several years now — long enough that L. and