Posted on May 12th, 2010 by Janelle Diamond
My heart was won by eggplant parmesan.
On our second date the short, dark, and handsome guy I had been set up with on a blind date invited me to his place for dinner. It was clearly a bachelor pad. He slept on a futon, the nicest thing in the place was the TV, and I had to bring the wine—and the corkscrew. But he cooked. The first guy to do that for me. And I think it got him to second base that night.
Posted on January 24th, 2010 by Janelle Diamond
What is love? Love is heart shaped toast. Love is a baby’s belly laugh. Love is forgiveness. Love is early-morning snuggles. Love is the smell of a baby. Love is dancing in the bathroom after your toddler pees on the potty. Love is hearing your kid spell his name for the first time. Love is watching your baby look up to her big brother. Love is watching your toddler protect his little sister. Love is a tutu. Love is Sunday mornings at the farmer’s market. Love is a blizzard with homemade chili and corn bread. Love is visiting somewhere warm in the winter. Love is watching