one more time 4

I heard that autotuned dance monstrosity on the radio this morning and can’t stop laughing about it. I have fond (and blurry) memories of dancing and singing it the entire mile back to our resort in Mexico, because I was going to protect us from whoever might be hiding in the gully. With song*. As my last post was one ...

let this be my annual reminder that we can all be something bigger.

Last night, Matt and I went to a class at Southwest High School called ‘Vegetarian Indian Curries’. The course writeup promised to teach us the building blocks for making curry, from which you can make a million different types. And that’s exactly what we got. I loved it. I can’t wait to go to the Indian grocery to pick up ...