12.23.18

Twenty-three years later. ❤️ When I first moved out of my parents’ house, I lived with a roommate. Her name was Jill. For the three Christmases when we lived together, we always had a holiday party. It was never a rager, but more like an open house. In total we …

12.20.18

Today I’m going to talk about another lost art – Christmas cards being the first – Christmas baking. I’m heartened to know that there remains a crowd who keep the tradition of working diligently on a variety of baked goods and then piecing it all together in delicious care packages …