A number of people have asked how I make my meal plans each week, so I spent too much time and went into too much detail this morning. Please! Bore yourself and read on! If you just want some links to some vegetarian dinners, skip to the end!


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My doctor asked the purpose of my visit today, as I sat up on the exam table, swinging my legs like a three-year-old. "Well, as you know, I donated a kidney last year. My surgeon was insistent that I get a physical every year to make sure everything's running as it ought, so here I am." I'm sure my surgeon didn't mean I had to make my appointments ( Read more... )

When fact-checking something about StoryCorps for work, I ran across an audio interview with Ed Trinka. Ed, it turns out, is the same Plaza doorman that I used to say hello to every single morning when I worked at HarperCollins. Each morning, rain or shine, I'd walk past the side of the Plaza and Ed was there, waving hello and wishing passersby a ( Read more... )

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So...I'm getting married tomorrow ( Read more... )

Short version: I was hit by a taxi. I'm generally okay ( Read more... )

I've posted this on Facebook and sent it to a variety of people via e-mail, but just in case I didn't catch you, here's a big update about my surgery tomorrow. What surgery? In case you missed it, I'm donating a kidney to my stepmom, Dede, tomorrow morning. I have high hopes that all will be well. Of course, your finger-crossing is much appreciated ( Read more... )

My parents were married on Valentine's Day. The story, as I remember it (and my memory ain't so good about old-timey family stories), is that Papa kept trying to set a date and his superior officers in the Navy kept denying him leave. Finally he suggested Valentine's Day. What kind of grinch doesn't let a guy out on Valentine's Day to marry his ( Read more... )

Well, I fell right off that Good Stuff bandwagon, didn't I? Fail. It was for a happy reason, though: I was overwhelmed with freelance work. See, when I left the Publisher last year, I signed on for part-time at the Magazine. Fortunately, I started doing some graphic design freelance work to supplement that income, and though it has sort of ebbed ( Read more... )

Astoria is, without question, the Bad Cat. She's the shouter, she's the one who claws the couch, she's the one who hurtles her entire body weight against any closed door. She climbs through the venetian blinds, she chews on zipper pulls, she devours any plastic item left on the counter. She's B-A-D. Once every two weeks, though, she is my favorite ( Read more... )