• If you think you want a boob job but you're afraid of the recovery, you should probably just do it because my mom had surgery on Monday and yesterday we spent the entire day out and about running errands and had wine at lunch. This recovery has been the exact opposite of her double mastectomy.
• That "Wildest Dreams" song by Taylor Swift if sort of catchy and also maybe my favorite song right now.
• Life is easier without a dog but definitely not better. Ender is at the dog sitter this week and I can do whatever the hell I want! But I miss him every single minute.
• If you remember something and it's even a little important you should write it down because chances are you're going to forget about it and it's going to be really irritating.
• There's a fine line between chivalry and chauvinism.
• There's nothing better than belly-laughing on the phone with your friend Shawna after not hearing her voice for months.
• Things are really incredibly hard sometimes. But you can do it.

I don't eat pasta too regularly these days, but when I do, I like to do it all the way. So when a couple of Rob's best guy friends came to visit us for a few days in Charlotte, I headed to BJ's Wholesale Club and picked up a bunch of groceries to make a nice big family dinner for all of us.

I grabbed some Barilla gluten-free penne and a couple other straightforward ingredients--I came up with an easy but delicious one-pot cheesy gluten-free pasta recipe, loaded with spicy sausage. I'm the only one in the group who's gluten-free, but it was a hit all around.

Ingredients: 

• 1 pound Barilla Gluten-Free pasta
• 1 pound of hot Italian sausage
• 1 small onion. diced
• 2 cloves of garlic, crushed
• 1-2 tablespoons olive oil
• 1 cup of tomato sauce
• 3 cups of chicken stock
• 2-2 1/2 cups of shredded cheese (I like a cheddar/jack mix)
• salt and pepper, to taste
• a couple green onions, sliced for garnish

Instructions: 

1. In a large pot over medium heat, saute the onion and garlic in olive oil. 
2. Add the hot Italian sausage to the pot and let them brown on all sides. Remove them from the pot once they're mostly cooked and slice into round pieces. Transfer back to the pot. (I'm sure you could do this when they're still raw but I like to let them cook first.)
3. Add the tomato sauce to the sausage and onion and stir. Once the sauce has covered all the sausage, pour in about two cups of the chicken stock and bring to a low boil/simmer.
4. Pour the pasta into the pot and combine well. Let it cook with the cover on for about ten minutes and add the rest of the chicken stock. Re-cover and cook for five to ten more minutes, or until the pasta is al-dente and the stock is mostly absorbed.
5. Throw about half the cheese in and give it a stir. Once it's melted, top it with the rest of the cheese and let it melt. Garnish with green onion and serve hot. Enjoy!

Make sure to check out Barilla's Gluten-Free recipe board on Pinterest for even more dinner ideas! 

Visit BJ's Wholesale Clubs on December 22nd and 23rd to see an in store Barilla Gluten Free pasta demo at select clubs.

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Two boxes. A wedding dress. 

There was a bit more but that was most of it. Eleven years of memories packed into two boxes full of notebooks, letters, and tattered disposable camera film. I packed it snugly into the back of our small SUV and marveled at the weather--unseasonably warm, 77 degrees and sunny in mid-December.

My parents' marriage fell apart in a way that was so complex and maddening that I couldn't even begin to describe it. And yet I always knew that moving out of that house would be the hardest part for me. Ironic as it may sound, you can see a toxic relationship but a house is a house and it still holds some of the best memories long after your dad has left and your mom has packed everything up.

Takeout sushi and pizza in the open frame with my mom, dad, brother, and then-boyfriend while the house was being constructed--we'd walk around and picture which rooms were which and take in the gorgeous views of the lake while the sun set. Week-long sleepovers with my best friend Emma, sharing clothes and laughing until our stomachs ached and whispering back and forth in bed until sleep overtook us. High school weekends with friends, gathered around the kitchen island by day and sprawled next to each other on the couch by night. The time I left my door to the back porch unlocked so Patrick could come into my bedroom and say goodbye the morning he left for college (I forgot about the alarm and when he opened the door it went off, calling the police and everything).

There were fall and winter breaks home from school, visits from friends who lived out of town, and the feeling that anyone and everyone was welcome to the house at any time, for any reason, as long as they were willing to eat until they felt sick. It was my landing pad after graduate school when Rob was working in DC and I didn't know what I wanted to do with my career. It has always been a safe space to rest, until recently.

We celebrated our engagement at the house, I tried on my wedding dress for the first time at the house--surrounded by my mom, our wonderful neighbor and friend Linda, and my best friend and maid-of-honor Tina--and after our wedding, all the people I love in the world gathered together for brunch at the house.

My mom and I, always morning people, would wake up before everyone else and drink coffee at the island or in the sunroom or sometimes on the deck outside. She came home to this house after a double mastectomy, and my brother and I walked her through recovery as best we could, doling out pain meds and retreating to the basement to eat chips and watch Parenthood while she slept. It was the hardest two weeks of my life and yet I look back on it with nothing but gratitude.

This was the house where Rocky lived, and after he died I came home for Christmas and felt his absence so profoundly that I cried big, fat, devastated tears before I could even set my bags down. I was sitting in the kitchen when my friend Andy called to tell me that our friend Zach had unexpectedly passed away. Everything happened here.

So when my parents split up, I felt mostly fine. But when I swept the bare floor of the living room that used to echo with laughter instead of emptiness, I didn't feel fine anymore.

I know we'll always have the memories, and I know even more confidently that we'll make new ones. I have two boxes and a wedding dress to remind me of that.

But I'll miss the house.