Happy Place

I miss my happy place. It’s Saturday morning and I am not seated at my favorite Paris nook. How can this be? I need another Paris immersion. Soon.          

Warm Comfort

Every so often I feel a need for comfort food. You know what I mean; we’ve all been there. The pangs that won’t go away. Generally speaking, I like to keep it healthy. I have a Vitamix and a slow juicer on my kitchen counter and I use them regularly. I have chopping boards and and…

Mood: lumière

  I sometimes forget that I am one of the fortunate. As often as I lament my stressful days laden with responsibilities that grate on me; I must remember the darker alternatives. Of course, there are brighter alternatives but then I could be accused of having a sense of entitlement (a trait I despise in…