by Elizabeth | Personal Growth
It’s peach season, and I’m obsessed. I’m the person who buys a box of peaches at the farmer’s market and eats one before she leaves, doing a funny half-squat move so that the juice doesn’t drip all over. I was peeling some of my peaches for cobbler (I prefer mine au... by Elizabeth | Personal Growth
I’ve always loved looking at houses. These days, everyone loves creeping on Zillow, but as a kid, I combed through the real estate section of the newspaper and was probably the only eight-year-old who knew what a “WBF” was. My search is a bit more realistic now as my... 
by Elizabeth | Personal Growth
“It’s delicious!” I said. “Eh,” replied my boyfriend’s dad. He had made one of the best farro dishes I’ve ever had–but he wasn’t satisfied with it. We’ll set aside the fact that farro is the lowest on the grain totem pole, more likely to be hidden inside a veggie... 
by Elizabeth | Personal Growth
One thing that bothers me more than leaving kitchen cabinet doors ajar (why??) is the question of why we don’t do what we say we want to do. We say we want to be healthier… but still eat the bag of Hot Cheetos. We say we want to get up earlier… but still snooze the... by Elizabeth | Personal Growth
If you saw me running in circles in an empty parking lot on a Friday night and thought I had gone quarantine crazy, I wouldn’t have blamed you. Even if I looked like a loon, those ridiculous laps led to something greater. Yesterday marked the 100th day in a row that... 