A blog in letters. Two friends dish on family, careers, and the food that gets them through.
This last weekend Tygh and I spent at our college reunion. While my friends from college and I make a concerted effort to do something yearly, either as ladies only or with the families in tow, there's something about going back to your college stomping grounds that invokes the most poignant nostalgia.
Read MoreChère amie,
We have a lot in common, you and I. A love of Wyclef, a weakness for Nordstrom’s shoe department, an ability to eat three breakfasts before lunch…the list goes on. But one way I think we’re especially alike? We both have utterly cool, totally kick-ass, we-want-to-be-like-you-someday moms...
Read MoreBonjour Billy,
I was thinking so much about France last week (as I mentally prepared for Bastille day) and I was remembering how, when we lived there, so many French people literally couldn’t say “Libby” so it always came out “Billy.” It still makes me laugh.
I know you were traveling home from Montana on Bastille Day, so my guess is you didn’t do too much to commemorate. I, however, missed the Fourth of July since I was working. But, since Tygh and I were both off this past Monday, I decided to make up for it in spades by celebrating the French Day of Independence with gusto. Really, it just means I made and ate a lot of food. But it did have a French theme.
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