I posted this photo to Instagram and had a recipe request. And since it’s pretty much the most perfect snack for a hot and lazy summer day like today, I’m more than happy to oblige.


1 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1/4 cup whole wheat flour
2 tsp baking powder
1 tsp sea salt
1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
3/4 cup water


2 small avocados
sea salt + fresh black pepper
red chili flakes

In a mixing bowl, sift together dry ingredients. Make a well and add the oil and water. Using a large flexible spatula, combine the mixture until it forms an elastic dough. Turn out onto a lightly floured surface, and knead until pliable and spongy. Roll the dough out to desired thickness and place directly on a preheated grill. Cook on both sides for 2-3 minutes each, until cooked through.

After cooling slightly, top with mashed avocado, season with salt and pepper, sprinkle with red chili flakes, and devour immediately.



I’ll admit that the whole concept of a standing restaurant date eluded me altogether. That is, until one fateful Saturday last winter, when the mister and I wandered into a neighborhood cafe, lured by the promise of fancy mimosas.


We have been back every week since.

I’m not exactly sure what took us so long to discover the simple joy that is brunch, but it has quickly become our favorite way to celebrate the weekend. Lately, we’ve managed to convince our dearest friends to join us in this indulgent little ritual. This only added to the festivity, thereby further cementing its necessity as part of our weekly rhythm. And there’s something kind of special about being a bit of a fixture at a local haunt. Where everybody knows our name!

It just so happened that today we managed to have brunch sans children, which means the four of us adults sat and chatted at a restaurant table for nearly three hours. Good. Times.

Cheers to the weekend, friends! Stay cool out there!



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Summer is finally here, and she brought along with her a few things that I’d been missing. Like riding my bike. And this silly ol’ blog.

This season has gotten off to a splendid start, as this has been one of the best weeks I’ve had all year. So many miles of San Diego streets have been explored, I’m starting to feel like a local. Not to mention the fact that, thanks to my guy, I have a nifty new home for all of my adventures. Also, our last minute decision to see Baths ended up being the most perfect date night, so pretty much my happiness sensors are overloaded and I couldn’t be more grateful.

That supermoon had magical powers, I just know it.

More than anything, this week has taught me that if you want something with your entire heart, and if you’re willing to be patient and do the work, the Universe will conspire to bring it to you. Actually, I learned that lesson from Paolo Coelho in 2004, but I didn’t really believe him until a few days ago.

Which brings me here, to the next chapter of my story, one in which I have sort of grown more into myself. I have big plans that I am thrilled to put in motion, starting with my very first ever weekly series.

And with that, I give you a few of my favorite finds from from here and there:

This inspiring letter from a woman responding to a question Harvard asked her 51 years ago.

These interesting charts comparing leading actors’ ages to that of their costars, which makes even less sense after seeing this.

As a proud eighties child, this list made me smile.

Lastly, on the day of the summer solstice, I read something that was just the swift-kick-in-the-pants I needed to make me realize that the only thing left for me to do was to just start writing. And so I have.

There’s no stopping me this time, either.


This morning I woke up so much earlier than I wanted to. It’s just, if there is one thing I am really bad at, it’s sleeping in. That, and laundry. But that is not what this is about.

Thanks to one of my dearest girlfriends, we found out rather last minute that this band is playing locally tonight. And wouldn’t you know it, but my mister just loves this guy. So that’s where I’m headed this evening, to listen to music at a venue I kind of don’t really like. But I get to hang out with people I love and drink cheap cerveza so not all is lost. Plus, discovering music is kind of one of my favorite things, especially good live music.

But I can assure you that there will be a bath in my future, which doesn’t have as much do to with what I’m talking about as I’d like it to, but there you have it!

Also, I promise not all of these daily posts will be as rambling and pointless as this one is turning out to be, but I’ve been fighting with style sheets all day long, so I blame the fact that I just don’t speak computer.

But my mister does! And he saved the day, like he usually does. Which means that there’s nothing I’d rather do tonight than go to a crowded bar in a weird part of town to hear live music with him.



I have thirty days left of being thirty. How did this even happen?

I’m definitely one of those people who thought things about thirty, about what it would mean to be thirty, and what my life would look like when I finally turned thirty. And while, over the years, expectations surrounding this monumental birthday shifted, never did I imagine that I would spend my thirtieth year struggling to reclaim myself.

Needless to say, thirty came without as much jubilation as I had anticipated and, quite frankly, I can’t quite bear to see it go out the same way. Because what thirty did come with was a certain kind of renewal, a surprising excavation of previously undiscovered potential combined with the release of a lot of negative energy. This year, I have loved and been loved more deeply than ever before, and I appreciate my life a lot more than I used to. I’m pretty sure this is what it feels like to be an adult.

Which is not to say that I’m grown up. I’m not. But I’m getting there.

Here’s a little secret. This very blog began, with humble tumblr roots, as a daily writing experiment. I wanted to see if I could write and publish something every day for thirty days, and I did. It was the first time I had ever done that, and it was the beginning of one of my most prolific periods. And one of the happiest.

In honor of this year, this strange and beautiful year, I have decided to dedicate the next thirty days to the very same goal. Writing and wellness have always gone hand in hand for me, so it seems a rather full circle sort of way to acknowledge it all – the fact that, eleven months ago, I was as depressed as I’d ever been and now here I am, ready to write. On a daily basis! Oh, I have waited a long time to get to this place.

Thirty years, to be exact.



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Something’s happening. I don’t know what precisely, but something. Something good. And I’m pretty excited about it.

This spring has been intense, in the best and worst ways possible. Actually, the past few years have been that way, full of great things and terrible things and everything in between. It’s been a time of tremendous transition which, quite frankly, shook me to my core. But it takes being shaken to your core to find out what your core is made of, is what I have learned.

Turns out, I’m stronger than I thought I was. Smarter, too. And a lot more broken than I ever allowed myself to acknowledge. Broken isn’t a bad thing, it’s an invitation for attention. Anything worth keeping around awhile requires a little mending now and then, you know what I mean?

Today, my mister and me, we went for a bike ride together. It’s easily been a year since the last time I rode my bike, my beloved bike which was stolen – along with all of our other bikes – from our backyard several months ago and was only recently replaced. Cycling, like writing, was once a central part of my everyday existence. It was my only form of transportation for years, and I loved it. A lot.

Being back on two wheels, pedaling through traffic and navigating city streets, had every cell of my body vibrating like the strings on a finely tuned instrument. This is what it feels like to be alive, I reminded myself.

So yes, I’m excited. About this blog, about my bike, about summer, about life. Thank goodness because it was getting a little dire. I’ll spare you the details. But I will say this: the best has yet to come.

Now that’s something.



I miss blogging. There, I said it.

But oh, it’s true. And it’s ridiculous that I haven’t just up and started writing again. Only, I seem to have gotten rather shy?

It’s hard to come back from anything, I suppose. And for a long time, I felt like writing would only make me more sad, because that’s how sad I was. I use the past tense lightly here because, quite frankly, I’m still kind of struggling, but in a better-ish sort of way. Thanks, San Diego!

Living in Oregon taught me that, while I’ll always have a hole in my heart the size of New York City, I truly am a California girl. Moving back to California has taught me that there is a lot more to happiness than good weather.

I came to pieces little by little and putting myself back together seems to be a remarkably similar process. Writing was once at the core of my daily life, and it was then that I felt most connected, inspired, and productive. More than just writing, though. Sharing my story. And learning from the stories shared by others. There is endless amounts of wisdom woven into the many individual, complex, and human stories that live on the internet. And there is community. It’s really pretty great.

Therefore, in an attempt to shake off the last of the heaviness of those grey Pacific Northwest skies that apparently tried to swallow me whole, I have declared enough with this nonsense and back to it already.

I mean, really.