Yesterday, the Ides of March, was a dreary, cold day, the type that reminds any Midwesterner why it’s foolish to stow away the snow shovel prematurely. As I took our dog for a walk, Lake Michigan roared in the distance and the sun hid behind a cloak of clouds....
I swear this isn’t a promotional post, but I love shopping at Trader Joe’s. The snacks, the frozen aisle, the chatty employees who strike up a conversation with you about what wine to pair with the chocolate in your cart. Of course, it’s not as easy to banter with...
After consuming the last slice of peanut butter chocolate ganache pie on Thanksgiving weekend, I felt full. But the strange emptiness of this pandemic holiday season lingered. While connecting with my extended family over Zoom was fun, the experience was a stark reminder of the vast physical space between...
A few days ago, I went grocery shopping. On the surface, nothing went wrong. I got my bananas, eggs, the requisite sugary snacks. A bottle of decent-looking Pinot Noir. The store was about to close for the evening, so I often had the aisle to myself. Avoiding the occasional...
My husband was picking up takeout last night. He was surprised to see that the restaurant was packed and no one appeared to be concerned about social distancing. COVID-19 cases are exploding in our state, but that hasn’t deterred us from partying, apparently. In the meantime, we’re still waiting...
