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There isn’t much in my life that happens that I don’t know I can learn something from. As I listen to my intuition to inform my choices creating a recipe for my own happiness and cultivating a sense of belonging in my community, one which I created to support myself in my self-development journey.
In a earlier post, I spoke about that which overwhelms me with the news of the world. I had to chop that original post in half because when I added the too much information of the world of food, it was a monstrous post. The world and it’s food habits and food supplies and food…
As of a year and a half ago, I still couldn’t see why I should join Facebook or communicate with people I hadn’t seen in a long while. I was living in a lonely dull shell that I was used to. I thought, “What could I say that they’d want to hear? So long and…
This morning I was asking my husband what he thought of as a visual for good fortune, as this is my friend’s blog picture post theme. “A person walking away from a mangled car”, he offered. And, now thinking about it, I’d offer up a picture of me pregnant for that matter. COMPUTER VIRUSES Sadly,…
This is the second part of a two-part post entitled Trouble at the Table, in which I review and summarize Karen Le Billon’s book French Kids Eat Everything. It was actually one of those reads that changed my life and my kid’s by default. I hope I do it justice. Neither his food pickiness nor…
My family’s tomato soup episode was one of those final moments when I knew we were in trouble at the table. I had heard the husband strike a bargain with our 7 year-old Picky-a-saurus. Whatever treat the child was requesting could be had after he ate and finished his cream of tomato soup. OK, the…
First published in August of 2009, I was reminded of this piece because today, November 15, is the Great American Smokeout . I used to hate this day back then as any addict would hate the mention of giving up their drug of choice. Happily, I wont birth this baby in a cloud of smoke…
It is my privilege and honor to step aside today for my guest author, a fabulous man whom I’m very smitten with and sleep next to nightly. Let me introduce Mark Peach, my husband and father of my son plus one, here today to share his fatherly perspective in his own charming and funny fashion….
When we last held our one way internet conversation via blog post, I was describing the butt whooping I had from a project I was undertaking. This homework assignment for my blogging e-course was to create a ‘Moodboard” that reflected, ideally, how I wanted my blog to look and feel. I have paid money for…
Yesterday took a tough turn. I hit a bump I know exists but usually avoid. But my e-course homework had me placing my step stool next to that inevitable bump cum mountain. I stepped up, took a look, agreed it was the same mountain I have assumed I can not climb, stepped down and walked…
As today marks the year anniversary of the return, after a weeks abrupt absence, of our cat Butthead, I felt the urge to share the story once more for those who missed reading it the first time. It’s a good one. Enjoy. At 9am on a mid-October Saturday, my husband had called me at our…
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