by Emily P Freeman | Feb 27, 2008 | sisters
So let’s say your house is on fire. You have only seconds to grab what you can and run out the door. What do you grab? The photo album? The row of journals on your bookshelf documenting the early days of dating your husband? Your heirloom wedding gown? Or, in a...
by Emily P Freeman | Feb 24, 2008 | sisters
We are so different, she and I. But not so much that we don’t thoroughly enjoy each others company and perspective. I make her laugh. She makes things funny. I go to bed late. She turns in early. I like my coffee hot. She’d rather have it over ice. We both...
by Emily P Freeman | Feb 20, 2008 | faith
The split-level house smelled of cigarette smoke, Chanel No. 5 and burnt cinnamon rolls. It was the home where my grandparents lived. Familiar. Comfortable. It was the house where I had celebrated every Christmas, birthday and fourth of July since I could remember....
by Emily P Freeman | Feb 15, 2008 | Uncategorized
You know how people say bigger isn’t always better? I guess I agree with that. Consider a nose, for example. Or a wart. But if we’re talking diamonds, in my humble opinion, bigger is better. Or chocolate, for that matter. But that’s not the point. I...
by Emily P Freeman | Feb 13, 2008 | family
Let me just say if it smells like a dirty diaper while steaming, chances are it will taste like poop in your eggs.I just got that cookbook by Jessica Seinfield (Deceptively Delicious) where you steam, puree and hide veggies in foods your kids will eat. But cauliflower...
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