About the Author
I'm the one without owl pajamas.
Brooklynite Meredith Phillips writes long blog posts and small books. She teaches and offers editorial consulting services. She stewards the lives of a small spirited child, Henry, and a large ornery cat, Kitty. Her husband, Matthew, proves time and again that he is not stewardable.
Hmm, let’s switch to first person.
I could not care less about lunch—lunch makes me somewhat angry, in truth—but I attempt lots of delicious, dilettantish gourmand dinners, with a greater focus on ease and cultural history than on prudery or perfection.
This isn’t entirely a cooking blog, though. For a while, when the only things getting eaten around here were Mentos, out of which I built my baby’s skull, it was a pregnancy blog.
Now there is a baby, and there are elements of family and parenting.
It is also platform to try to raise awareness about ALS, or at least a place to try to work through thoughts and feelings about my sister’s battle with the disease.
If you like (or take violent exception to!) something you read here, please leave a comment! If you woud like to contact me about taking a writing class or other editorial services, email me at churchchomp [at] gmail [dot] com.
Hi Meredith! I love the picture of you and your baby. Very cut e! I also love reading your blog.Julia always said you were very funny. I hope you are well and happy.
I feel bad about not making a bigger deal about dinners. Can we still hang out? I promise to show more passion for grub. I don’t want to be your ‘eats to live’ friend.
High-five, Haps!
use any “nice” prefix before @ and it will get to me. Seriously, with more research today, I hope your sister’s disease is at least arrested, if not cured!
i just read through the last 10 posts…nice blog! i am enjoying reading it. enjoy your mansion life. bean (also…from brooklyn)
I was deeply touched by your love and words for Beth as well as your reflections.
I believe it will be the reflections of memories that will bring comfort. And, I am very sorry for your loss and for many of us who also share and have shared the tortuous ripples when disease enters our family door.
Why can’t I live in NYC anymore? There’s nothing on LBI except scallops and fluke. I want that prime rib Eataly sandwich and I want it now.
Really delighted to come across your pages ..so nice to meet you…Eliza Keating
Thank you Eliza! I studied abroad at Glasgow Uni by the way. Nice to meet you, too!
I would love to have a private email address for you to respond to your pregnancy experience.
Harriet, LCCE, FACC, Doula, Breastfeeding Counselor
celebrate@wonderwomen.com