I just returned from a fabulous little weekend getaway. Skipped town with the hubby. Just us, sans three kids for the first time in four years and it was glorious. We headed to Lake Tahoe and you would think that three feet of powder followed by blue skies, soft snow and delicious cuisine at the …

I am a miserable cook, absolutely, phenomenally miserable. In the kitchen I am a bizarre mixture of anxious and lazy that results in sloppy food all around. Mostly I overcook dishes because I am either paranoid about Salmonella or I completely forget some random casserole is even in the oven. That, and I over-season everything. …

I love the clerks in my local grocery store. The same women scan and weigh and slide my yogurt and tortilla chips every week. At first they appear pretty gruff and I confess to wondering if they love or hate me and my type, us food-eating, grocery store shopping types. I am fairly certain we …

In the daily grind of life there are few obstacles as irritating as traffic. The opening scene of “Office Space” deftly captures the sentiment. You know it, the neurotic jockeying and ill-fated attempts we make to slip ourselves into the lane that appears to be moving. A flip of the turn signal, quick glances in …

Memorial Day Weekend. The official start of summer. Parades, John Phillips Sousa music marching past. The time of year when fashionistas allow those who care, to wear white pants once again. For our family this holiday weekend launches us into time spent at the lake home my parents own in Wisconsin. It is the three …