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Pets are such an integral part of our lives. Whether it's dogs, cats, fish, ferrets, birds, guinea pigs, or even hermit crabs (yes, my...

Loaf #4 - Too golden and undercooked inside I have been a good cook for a long time. I don't just say this out of being egotistical or...

One of the joys of summer is being able to journey to local farmer's markets. As summer months pass, the produce and goodies at the cute...

Yes, I am a food nerd, and I proudly own it. While it's not everyone's thing, I've survived the occasional jab about my desire to have...

The dress—it's what every little girl dreams about. White, tulle, lace, sparkle. She becomes the center of attention as she walks down...

When my grad school friends convinced me that jumping out of a plane would cure my flying anxiety, I should have questioned their logic. But there I was, 3,000 feet above Missouri farmland, thinking "What in the hell are you doing?" That terrifying leap taught me something profound about facing fear. Now, 25 years later, I'm asking that same question as I face another decision that absolutely terrifies me. Read more...

Lonely. Bored. Uninspired. But also responsible—so, so responsible. And afraid of change. That’s where I was. I’ve had a successful...

These last two years have been a journey of remembering who I was before I became all the labels I’ve worn over the past 25 years. I went...

After watching the Netflix show Four Seasons, I started reflecting on the idea that there are four distinct seasons in life. (It's really...

Springtime in Minnesota is like a woman going through perimenopause: one day it’s hot, the next it’s cold. It’s unpredictable, moody, and...

There’s something special about living in a place that experiences all four seasons. Summer, of course, is celebrated for its warmth and...

Although Easter is supposed to usher in blooming flowers, fuzzy baby animals (the kind so cute you almost  consider sneaking one home...

I don’t remember the first thing I ever cooked, but I do remember the first time I thought, “I need to cook.” My fiancé and I had just...