Saying goodbye is hard, especially when it is a final goodbye. The one that comes at the end of an earthly life when a medical diagnosis cuts it short. The last goodbye can take place over days, weeks, months and sometimes years when time slows and quickens unpredictably. Sometimes we, the living get to say to the dying the words that are in our heart, … Continue reading The Last Goodbye
I can do ANYTHING I set my mind to. But I cannot do EVERYTHING. Continue reading …I’ve learned
I’m not ok. I’m sad. I’m scared. I’m confused. I don’t understand why we as a country are allowing ourselves to be divided by hatred and fear. I wanted to exhale todayto stop holding my breath. I wanted dawn to bring New Year’s Dayto feel the joy of new beginnings. I’m tired of divisionand drained by lies. I’m still praying for changepraying for civilitypraying for … Continue reading …still waiting
Carefully I line up the long rectangle placed on my desk within the marked boundary on my phone screen patiently waiting for the wizard inside to cast a spell and seize it. Once a prisoner of the magic, the rectangle is whisked off to another universe, transformed into something very real and useful. No longer a simple slip of paper, it is now intangible yet … Continue reading …magic spells
Call me odd, but I actually enjoy peaking into the fridge or pantry then creating a meal with what I find. Granted, using a bit of this and that is easier when cooking for one, but along the way I’ve managed to create some, I think, inspired dishes that are worth scaling up to feed more than just my growling tummy. This morning was one … Continue reading …let’s eat
I have been looking for the perfect lipstick for nearly 40 years. It has been a frustrating and till now, fruitless quest. Each tube purchased, and I’ve bought many, is too bright, too pale, too orange, too blue, too dry, or too sticky. I’ve come close a couple times but have never found The One. Until now. Athletic footie socks have presented a similar challenge. … Continue reading …lipstick and socks
From a distance some birds look the same. Small, brown, feathers, beaks. Nothing to distinguish one from another. But look closely and it is a different story. Small is not a singular size, it’s a range. Brown is not one color, it’s a rainbow. Feathers are not all alike, their texture and density change with age. Beaks are specialized to the type of food their … Continue reading …look closely
Our child is back at college so the nest is empty again after nearly 6 months of Covid Quarantine. To keep my mind and heart distracted, I decided to create lunch from the Saturday morning farm stand haul. Here for your tastebuds’ enjoyment is what I am calling – Summer Chowder 32 ounces chicken stock – homemade or prepared 2 cups of water 2-3 ears … Continue reading …distracted cooking
I’ve been traveling down gastronomic memory lane as I try to get out of the cooking rut I currently find myself in. Years ago I worked down the street from a tiny Italian carry out that has long since closed. In hot weather, my favorite dish was their marinated steak salad. Tender, medium rare flank steak with peppers and onions swimming in a delicate fresh … Continue reading …tasting the past
This is not a post about craving alcohol, thankfully I’ve been doing that less and less lately. No, this is a post about food cravings. The kind that come out of the blue and that you must feed or they will haunt you till you do. You may already know the ‘technique’ I came up with to quell this craving, I can hardly call it … Continue reading …cravings
