Most home cooks have a signature move: mine is homemade pizza. (I have a few other personal faves, mostly based around curry or pickled onions/beets/radishes/anything, but my people get weird about those.) But homemade pizza? Homerun every time. Because ‘Merica. I usually post my recipes willy-nilly on Facebook only to have you send me 937…

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‘Twas the first week of summer and all through the land Not a Mom was still signing folders, not even a Dad. The backpacks were slung in the garage without care In hopes that some Clean Out Fairy soon would be there. The children were nestled (super late) in their beds While visions of NO…

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A few weeks ago, our oldest son jacked up his truck AGAIN while “mudding” with his friends. This is maybe a Texas thing, I think. It involves teen boys, trucks, empty fields, and general frontal lobe underdevelopment. There were a handful of details I’ll omit, but we ended up getting a “story” instead of the…

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