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Ever feel taken for granted? Ever take a loved one for granted? It happens, both ways, often with the people who matter the most. Just ask any parent — its a thankless job. (Um, Dad, in the off-chance you are reading this, thank you. For everything.) The sad thing is, the more you need someone …

You know you live in California when your Kindergartner goes to school in his winter gear — ski jacket, hat, yes, even gloves — so he could run amok in a snowball fight…of marshmallows. I guess we have to do what we must, right, to celebrate winter? I had never heard of a marshmallow snowball …

All I wanted was some cornbread. Just some sweet, crumble in your mouth cornbread. And that meant I needed to make some chili. Of course I could have just made the cornbread all by itself. But cornbread needed its partner. I found myself craving comfort food with the return of the rain – the continuous …

It’ll put hair on your chest. But I’m guessing you could use some right now. Some soup, that is. Though, who knows, maybe you might want a little hair on your chest, because winter is, indeed, back. And it’s cold. Well, this will warm you right up. Fire up that belly. And set your little …

The sound of honking called from the air above. I looked into the sky to see a flock of geese, in neat v-formation, returning from the south. Could it really be? We humans may be smart, and we may have our radars and weather satellites, but to me, seeing the geese return north signals a …

Early this morning, my son watched in the bathroom mirror as I swept a wash of light taupe on my eyelids. Mama? he asked, Why do you have to wear makeup? I paused. A little longer than I normally do to answer his questions. Well, I don’t have to. But I like to, I attempted …

Mama, can you tell me a story from when you were little? It’s a question she asks me many nights, after I’ve tucked her in, read stories, and cuddled. It’s the question she asks right before she asks for that final glass of water, before she finally resigns herself to saying goodnight. The ritual may …

Playing favorites. It’s something that one never wants to admit to, but inevitably, favorites do emerge over time. I have been asked here and there: What’s your favorite thing to cook? Well, that’s like asking me to pick a favorite child! Or like telling me I can only pick one thing from a chocolate shop …

It may be January, but it feels like March. The whole country is warm and the weather map glows of yellow and orange. There are hardly any areas of frigid blue. And not a rain cloud in sight. While that means that our snow skis are standing sad and neglected in the garage, next to …