Once upon a time (9 months ago), dinner was a big deal in our home. In fact, our entire day danced around the topic. In the morning, Mike would plant the seed. “Whatcha feel like for dinny?” (Interpretation: What would you like for dinner tonight?) He’d throw out a few options: Stuffed chicken? Homemade mac n’ cheese? Pasta with sausage? Something on the...Read More
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I'm Meghan. I grew up in Ohio, came of age in Arizona and am now raising a family in Pennsylvania. I'm a freelance writer and essayist, a stay-at-home mom to my seven-year-old son, and a foster parent. I'm told I am too organized and too sarcastic for my own good but I don't see how either is possible.