We’ve had the storm of the decade menacing and then tearing up the east coast, and it feels kinda weird to be all HEY! A GOOD THING HAPPENED, but…a good thing DID happen, and I have to talk about it, because I need your help to make it keep happening some more.
I am [...]
Dear North East Coasties, Hang on. We are praying for you guys. Love, Joss.
Part one is HERE.
When last we blogged, I had been previously unaware that I was mortal, and I had come to know it. Not intellectually. Viscerally.
APPARENTLY this is a BFD.
It’s such a Bee Eff [...]
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I LOVE this blog. It’s where you take page 69 of your novel and see if it can REPRESENT #dorksign. I got to do it since A GROWN UP KIND OF PRETTY just came out in Paperback, and BY THE WAY, if you have not gotten your copy [...]
Dear Evangelically Organized,
If you are a Multi-Sized-Tupperware-Having, Tidy-Closet-Owning , Where-The-Scissors-Are-Knowing (assuming a child has not absconded with them to “give my little sister’s Barbie’s a makeover” while you read this), Meal-Planning type … go with God.
This letter is not to you.
It is only to you if you are described above AND [...]
To answer the repeated queries in the comments: It was delicious. A++. Would eat again.
Here is an ACTUAL conversation I had soon after the cookie blog went live, as closely as I can remember it.
Setting: Alison and I are talking on the phone and simultaneously surfing the web, looking for a [...]
It looked a lot like this cookie. Or this cookie's grandmother. Whatever. Click pic for recipe.
Sitting in carpool today, I decided to clean out my glove compartment. Inside, I found a little waxy paper bakery envelope containing a cookie. It was a WHOLE cookie, though some edges had crumbled.
It was a small [...]
Every self-respecting Disney Princess needs a strompy castle…
The dogs have gone to breakfast. I am lounging in bed with Mango on my chest, and Mr. Husband brings me coffee and gets back in, too. We lie there scritching him in tandem while he looks smug and lets us know he deems our ministrations [...]