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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The Only Goal

I geeked out over goals this year. Of course, with my indecisive ways, I won’t decide until May — at least — which of those goals I plan on putting into action and which will be neglected. The only goal worth sharing is this: Within five years, our annual Christmas/New Year letter will consist of […]

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A Letter to Readers

It’s been so long since I’ve blogged. I’m not a blogger, not really. I’m both too slow and too long-winded to pull off this fast-paced, techno-savy personal journalism. And, I’m not mommy-loving, belly-swelling, bread-baking enough to write one of those yummy fashion/motherhood blogs so many women adore. I know. And, none of those articles about consistency, […]

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Inside Out, Outside In

This is what happens when you live in a teeny-tiny apartment squashed atop a pizza shop and billowed in pot smoke and profanity. You optimistically name your little plot “Pie in the Sky,” you cook whopper disasters in a chintzy oven, you make out like parakeets (long story — ask my husband), you pray a fistful of grateful prayers, […]

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Learning to be Alone

On Monday, Jer and I will have been married one year. It’s a spectacular achievement. Jeremiah has learned to put up with his coy wife’s roundabout communication, and I’ve learned to tolerate my frank husband’s unmatched socks (and unfolded T-shirts, unmade bed, unwashed dishes, unclosed cabinet doors). Together, we’ve shaped a little nest at Pie […]

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Things I Wonder: Counting Sheep

Jeremiah is off to a cattle trade in Maine with his friend George. I’m home alone in our little apartment, seeping in the goodness of breeze, coffee, and text messages from my husband. I’m also putting off another business paper! Dag nab-it! It’s odd to spend a Saturday morning apart. I often work weekends; it’s part of […]

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Memories: Bagel Talk

Jeremiah and I are headed towards our one year anniversary. We hit eleven months on Saturday, June 23rd, and today marks two years since the “Bagel Talk,” when Jeremiah asked me if “you’d like to get to know one another?” and assured me that I was a level above his other “woman friends.” One of […]

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Upheaval

The last few weeks have seen an over-haul in my life. Jeremiah and I are feeling more and more scattered, like butter scratched across crusty toast, and less and less realistic about our expectations of life and life’s expectations of us. I’ve come to admit that I hate working evenings but I insist on loving […]

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Christmas Letter

November 28, 2011 Greetings from the Breers at Pie in the Sky! Christmas time finds me and Jeremiah elated over the arrival of snow and tardy in the writing of thank-you’s. Killing two birds with one stone, I sit down on a day off to wish you all a delightful holiday season and thank you […]

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