My Last Facebook Birthday

This year marks ten years since I have brought social media into my life. I remember the day I joined Facebook.  It was 2008.  I was sitting on a hotel floor pumping while away at a conference shortly after having my second child. My coworker was telling me all about this thing called Facebook and…

What Orchestras and Pie Have in Common

More than you think. When I took a job fundraising for The Cleveland Orchestra, the last thing I expected was for my pie hobby to find its way into my work. That’s probably because I didn’t understand orchestras the way I do now. In it’s simplest explanation, orchestras are a group of people creating something…

How to Love Something That’s Not Yours

I like to think that my experience hosting exchange students has made me somewhat of an expert on how to love something that isn’t mine. We’ve been hosting exchange students since 2012 and as each one has come and gone, I’ve become more aware of just how unique these relationships are as well as the feelings…

Eight Weeks Until Forty

I spent most of 2017 mulling over if I care about turning 40 in 2018. When I had a full year to go, it was a fleeting thought. I still had a solid 12 months of an age that started with a three and plenty of time to get myself together. I had a long…

Perfecting the Imperfect

I need to get off the pie.  I recently spent three days straight practicing pie for a Pi Day challenge handed down to me at work. Here is what those three days looked like: 15 homemade pie crusts (which translates into 15 sticks of butter mind you) 8 store-bought pie crusts for low risk practice…

The Hypocrite’s Guide to Life

There’s a risk in writing and sharing your thoughts publically on a blog – you have a record of everything you’ve said. And if you are like me, and do everything you said you would never do, then you have a breadcrumb trail of espoused certainties leading right to your hypocritical doorstep. Over the past…

Mrs. Eason: Pie for the President

The election buzz has me reflecting on one of my favorite experiences from my years of giving pie to people – Endia Eason, the woman who made pie for President Obama during one of his visits to Cleveland. The story that follows is one that I wrote shortly after that visit.  In the months following…

Meaningful Use: A Facebook Dilemma

Social media is very unsettling to me.  I’m in a constant state of internal conflict from simultaneously embracing it and fighting it.  Since discovering Facebook in 2008, I’ve fallen deeper into the habit and added other platforms like Twitter and Instagram to my repertoire without truly understanding the role they play in my life. Or…

Grace and Space: Making Friendships Last

I had a chance to see one of my longtime friends recently. I met her 20 years ago when we attended a leadership camp as representatives from our high schools.  We were fast friends and stayed in touch, visiting each other throughout our remaining high school days, eventually becoming college roommates.  Life has taken us…

Fall Morning Muffins: Your Best Muffin Hack Ever

Muffins are a curious thing.  I want to like them, but every time I eat one, I feel slightly let down. The top sets my expectations so high, only to have them crushed with a bottom that is so dry and boring.  The middle, if done right, is spongy and enjoyable, but crumbly and messy. …

There’s Not Always a Bow on It

My Mom is one of those meticulous present wrappers.  Every package is wrapped with precision and is always, ALWAYS, topped with a bow.  Me, on the other hand, I couldn’t be more opposite.  That last piece of tape on a package equals freedom from a task that I begrudgingly undertake with each celebratory occasion.  A…

That Time the Refugee was From Hungary

My close friends know that I am a super proud, chicken paprikash-loving, Hungarian.  I can play a chardash on the piano, and like a good Hungarian, most things in my life revolve around food.  It runs deep.  My grandmother immigrated here from Hungary, finding her way to the Detroit area where she raised her family,…