Instead of worrying about which are his favorite flowers, or which chocolates her ex used to get her, if you make something in your own kitchen from the heart you can’t go wrong. Don’t be mistaken, I love flowers and good chocolates are a sweet gesture, but when someone makes me something my heart glows…
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Social Media Mom Brain
I’d like to blame my haziness up there on what I have lovingly named “the plague” that has hit 3/4 of our family of late (and in the same breath be grateful that we were spared worse), but I can’t. It’s not the never ending cold that drags us right down to the ground every…
Vegetarian Thanksgiving: The Omnivore’s Appeal
I have been vegetarian for broke, no income college student reasons but also because meat is not high on my must haves list. Truthfully, I am perfectly satisfied with a rotating menu that includes vegetables, breads, mollusks, fish, fruit and liver. The rest of meat I can do without. When it comes to vegetarianism I…
Canadian Cranberry Sauce à L’Americaine
When I was little I remember my mom doing so much cooking with my class, bringing in food and other traditional objects to my teacher, reading a story or sharing a song. I even remember taking my entire class (okay so it was only 7 people from K-W Bilingual School in Waterloo Ontario) to our…
Boston Ballet: So Much More than Nutcracker
It’s been a long time since I’ve been to the ballet. Not because I don’t love it, but I was spoiled by my “hometown” ballets in Canada and New York. After moving here, my first Boston Ballet performance was a huge disappointment. In the 90’s Boston Ballet was perhaps a little lost on the ballet…
Zen Lessons on the CSA Farm
This week we’re picking blueberries and sugar snaps. It is hotter than hot, but somehow it’s almost always just a little bit cooler on the farm. After a week of city heat, and sloth with everyone’s nerves growing together like tangled weeds it feels good to leave the kids on the stone wall to eat…
Redefining the Glitterati
I know, I know, the time change is only one hour, but there’s something about it that throws us all off. We try to start dinner early but stay up a bit later and do some extra active night time activities to get the kids asleep on time, but somehow one is passed out early…
Leah's Life: Pearls and Oysters 