Stuffed Avacado Tuna Salad

Plainfield is a motley place with a reputation for pot and vegetarian pizza. Slowly but surely, it (and VPR’s tendency to report the liberal side of civic life) is making me and my little pad a yuppie’s dream. With Dr. bronner’s in my shower and seventh generation dish soap in my sink, I light patchouli incense sticks to smother my neighbor’s pot […]

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Let’s Catch Up: Project 52, V. 6, 7, & 8

3/3/13: On a nursing school budget, the treat of the month was this bunch of daffodils bought at Price Chopper and brought home to sit with me at our rusty table waiting patiently for exams and winter to pass. 3/10/13: I came down with my first case of stuck-in-bed sickness since Jer and I got […]

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An Open Letter to my Husband

Hey, Baby! I know I left the mess of the century in our kitchen this weekend. I also know you’ve heard jolly good enough about how tired I am and how much I have to get done. I know I’m about to head off to work without scrubbing a single pot. I know you’ll come […]

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Project 52, V. 4

Some weeks aren’t made for pretty pictures and pretty stories. This was one of those weeks — a vacation from school clodhoppered by too many night shifts and too little rest. I’m feeling rough around the edges and exhausted. At the same time, a little sunlight, like this speckling through my plastic-wrapped window, makes even […]

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Project 52, V. 3

My husband is a numbers guy. He’s analytic, systematic, risk-averse, and studying his way through the 4 exams needed to become a CPA. But, all his wily know-how aside, Jeremiah is really just a creative tender of plants, fish tanks, and people. * Here, he’s inspecting the sun-dews he started from seed last winter *

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Project 52, V. 2

Yesterday, marked three years since the day I met Jeremiah Breer. He’s still my favorite thing to talk about and my favorite person to spend a lifetime with. The beginning of our relationship has been all zip and rush. I’m looking forward to a mellower next few years, which we’ll spend writing each other snarky […]

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