Boy Types

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I am of the belief that all humans are entitled to the same human rights, one of the most important being a right to the self.  Namely, that no one human can control or define the race, religion, ethnicity, sexual orientation or gender identity of another, and that each and every individual is entitled to the same rights and protections regardless of the aforementioned differences. I believe that the inherent diversity of humanity is too infinite to pigeon-hole or generalize entire groups of people, or to make anyone feel like they are wrong if they don't fit into someone else's prefabricated mold.

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WE'VE GOT MAIL! Tricks of the Trade

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Truth be told, I have spent my life surrounded by talented cooks - on both sides of my family!  You already know about one of my cousins, who cooks for a living!  But here is a letter from another, who, when not working full-time at her job in the outdoor industry, is my go-to for recipe porn.  We have even discussed starting a business around junk food delivery in Seattle; we just keep getting stuck in the eating part part of the R&D stage :). Read below to see how she gets creative when feeding the two men in her life - both of whom are happiest with meatballs and pizza - something a little more health-conscious. 

Hey Sar-Bear and Libby,

Now that I'm feeling human again, after 21 whirlwind months of first time motherhood, I've started reflecting a little on some of the pre-baby commentary from those who came before me.  One of the things people tell you is that having kids is tough. But what does that even mean? Tough like, physically challenging? Emotionally? Turns your world upside down?

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True Love: A tale of two granolas

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Hi friend!!!

As you know, Tygh and I celebrated our tenth anniversary last week.  As in, 10 years of being married.  Ten years of “Pookey” and “Schnookums.”  Ten years of “Yes, dear ” and “Of course, my love.”  Essentially, ten years of perfect harmony and bliss.

Or, at least something very close.

Yes.  It was perfect. For awhile.  But then something important happened - something that changed everything.   Something that I feared would break us.

Last week, Tygh confessed to me that there was something he’d been thinking about for awhile.  Something he’d been dreaming about quietly, behind my back.  Something he’d even researched a bit when I wasn’t home.

In lieu of eating our usual, amazing, perfect morning granola – our granola quotidienne – the one we have been enjoying for years – Tygh had recently decided he was ready to try something new.  A different granola.  With different ingredients.  With…with…dare I say it?  With quinoa.

Quin-whaaaaaaat?

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