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I just finished writing out the recipe for my iron-rich Women's Secret Gingerbread, which is a recipe I adapted to fill it with iron for those times in a woman's life when she needs a little boost. Having gone to the effort of writing it...

The internet is a shitty, scary place right now, reflecting all the shitty scary parts of the world that I normally don't have to see up close. It's not the attacks in Paris, or the much less publicised attacks in Beirut and Baghdad. Those are...

I am here. The highway out of Florence gave way quickly to stunning Italian landscapes that were like scenes out of a movie; rolling deep green hills striped with rows of grape vines and olive trees, charming red-roofed stone houses scattered carelessly about like it was...

Full. That is the first word that comes to mind when I think of Florence. Full of people, imposing stone buildings, history, art. Full of gelaterias and storefronts selling cannoli, pizza...

Her feet touched the asphalt and she almost stumbled, legs jelly from the flight, and took a deep breath of this new air around her. It was night, would have been dark but the runway was bright around her, busses waiting to take them to the...

I often don't feel that way. I feel badly for my busy schedule or my short temper, for not wanting to hear the backstory of every Monster High doll or inspect each individual line my son draws on the card he's making. I wish I...

She walked into my studio and I thought, "Really? I get to photograph you?" Because she is just so vibrant and funny and intense and thoughtful and it pours out of her anytime she forgets to hold it in. She moves with a sort of embarrassed...

I went walking tonight, and was surprised to find the girl I used to be out there walking too. One of the girls, I suppose. There have been so many. I hadn't forgotten about her, but I had forgotten what it was like to BE her-...

And lately I've forgotten how to rebel. A lot of the time I remember. A lot of the time I can walk the walk and live the way I wish we all would live, loving my life and my self and celebrating, exploring, cherishing that life. But...