Fast food

In case it needs to be restated, I’m a food snob. Not in the chichi, four-course, Michelin starred sense. I just like a good, well-prepared meal that satisfies. It doesn’t have to be a lot of food (usually it’s just a few bites). It just has to be good. Really good. No matter how simple….

Whispers

One of the most frustrating things about writing is writing. The question of what to write and where to start. I know. Start at the beginning. And where, pray tell, is that? Where? My thoughts all seem coherent until the very moment I face a blank page. Suddenly I have no understanding of what’s going…

Autumn

Change is a necessary part of life. It’s the change that let’s us know we’re alive and I’m the first one to admit that I don’t always like it. I’d almost rather be dead (please forgive my dramatic indulgence). Change has always been difficult for me. I run for cover at the first sign of…

What if…

I have had more than my share of making the best of crap situations. At least I believe I’ve had more than my share. Let’s just say I’ve been through some shit and I’ve been in the shits. I can’t pretend I am anywhere near as despondent as I once was and I can’t imagine…

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.          

My Prescription

  Something I have never been is sickly. Something else I have never been is patient with those who are sickly. I don’t mean sickly in the diagnosed with a major disease kind of way. I mean the kind of person who always seems to be catching something or getting over something. I have also…

i want to LIVE

  I’ve been away from this space for more than a minute and while my absence was not intentional, it was necessary. My last post was about me reaching my limit and no longer allowing people to occupy my intellectual and emotional space. It was about me realizing, finally, that I’ve been derelict in my…

Happy Palate

It was years and years ago that a former colleague looked at me, then herself in a full length mirror and declared that she prefers to eat to live rather than live to eat. In contrast to me, she scrutinized every morsel of food that entered her body. She called herself a vegetarian but she…

Healing

  Dorothy learned she had the power to get home all along. She needed to breathe and affirm there’s no place like home. Over and over again, while clicking those ruby slippers. Breathing is a practice and a skill. When I take the time to breathe, I can hear and feel the singular truth that…

Mood: lumière 2

2016 In the beginning The promise of sweetness Bitter long before the end What am I thankful for? I somehow made it through For all the twists and turns All the pain and suffering I somehow made it through What I’ve made it through to I do not know Won’t hope to find a light at…