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BB’s First Steps

{As I told you last week, we've started a Bread Baby. I've been chronicling her first steps on Instagram, but wanted to give you an update here on the blog, too.} Day 3 BB—that’s what we’re calling Bread Baby these days—seems a little … slow. Like any new parent, I find myself worrying that I’m not doing it right—not feeding BB properly, not keeping BB warm enough, not adequately attending to BB’s needs. BB was being attacked by fruit flies,…

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We’re having a (bread) baby: Day one

{Unlike most first-time parents, I don't have a lot of pictures of baby's first day, since I mostly used Instagram Stories to document its birth and I forgot that those images expire after 24 hours.} 10:30 a.m. I finally did it. I stopped obsessing and researching and stressing and studying and I followed one person’s advice (Maurizio, author of The Perfect Loaf blog) and started a bread baby. No more thinking, I said to myself. Just jump in already. Except…

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Beans, Beans

…they’re good for your heart. The more you eat, the more you ... start doing things we’re not going to talk about. Except we are. Before Joe and I go on a road trip, we head to the library and pick up some audiobooks. Our favorite is a Jack the Ripper investigatory tale by Patricia Cornwell. We’ve listened to that a few times; there’s something about the morbid, macabre, unsolved aspect of it that keeps us riveted. On a different trip,…

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Peach Basil Gin Gimlets

I have a distinct childhood memory of biting into a juicy red apple, only to see a worm inside—actually, it was worse than that, because it was half of a worm. Not so Delicious, Red. The thing is, I don't know if this memory is real. That's the sticky point about being born with an overactive imagination. I could've just as easily seen it happen on TV and internalized it into my own fake—and terrifying—memory. Either way, as a result of this…

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Making Up Me

I was 30 years old when my mother joined Mary Kay. She drank the pink Kool-Aid with gusto. She talked endlessly about it. For months, she tried to convince me to buy makeup. Every time she saw me, she examined my face up close and said sadly, “I wish you’d let me do a demo on you.” She told me Mary Kay was more about skin care than makeup, that her skin had never felt or looked so healthy. I…

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29 Thoughts I Had While Reading Vogue for the First Time

A month or two ago, I received an issue of SHAPE magazine in the mail. I thought it must have been a free trial issue or something, because I don't subscribe. Enclosed in the plastic wrapping was a letter from the editor of More magazine (to which I do subscribe). Long story short, More is no more. My lovely More magazine, the first one I'd seen in a long while that wasn't all about outer beauty and getting a man and getting skinny and…

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Because I painted a room

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "The Feminism got her." You're thinking that I'm trapped under a drop cloth, pinned to the ground by a gallon of paint, a roller wedged in the space between me and the perfectly-taped wall. Well, I'm not. The truth is, I Did It. I took on my insecurities and I painted a room by myself. And as I was doing it, something magical happened. I did more and more and more and more,…

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Taking on: Paint (or, acknowledging that I’m the worst feminist EVER)

Seriously. I think I may be the worst feminist in the history of feminism. Sure, I talk the talk: Leave my body alone! Equal pay for equal work! Just because I dress like this doesn't mean you can take advantage! And yet I squeal and run to my husband when I see a spider. I'm literally terrified of driving in the city. A few months ago, when Mr. E was out of town and our kitchen sink sprung a leak, I…

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Chew your bourbon: An event at Centre Park Grill

Aemon's wearing a button up shirt with tiny blue flowers on it; it's a delicately charming juxtaposition to the colorful tattoos that run the length of both of his arms and the black gauges that adorn both of his earlobes. He's always friendly; every time we go to Centre Park, he greets us with a smile as we take our usual seats at the bar. Aemon was a bartender in Kentucky for ten years before venturing up North and eventually…

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The day I watched a 12-second video of Ashley Graham and bought three bikinis

The top three inches of my thighs haven't seen the light of day for 15 years. In May of 2001, my BFF Heather got married to a beautiful Frenchman who to this day has yet to lose his accent. A male friend who I happened to be in love with but who also happened to be gay (though he wasn't out at the time) and I took a Greyhound bus from Maryland down to central Florida. My friend, freshly married and…