Category: Food For Thought

My Hope for the Great Return

So I don’t feel like I have to explicitly explain where I’ve been for the last 10 months, right? There’s so much vulnerability in the world today and I’ve been too drained to formulate thoughts…and I don’t want to just regurgitate the same crap everyone has already felt/heard. I’m still in the thick of all […]

Well, This Was Not in the Plan

Well, shit. I have been thinking about what I wanted to say in this post for over a month now. In Illinois, we’ve been sheltering in place for over a month since March 20th  and learned recently we have (at least) another month to go. I have a lot of big and conflicting feelings about […]

Spongy

Early in 2019 I read a book that discussed the power of willing something into the universe and to do so, you needed to be open and looking for opportunity. I’m a little skeptical of ‘willing’ something without ‘doing’ something, honestly. But I did sit  with this thought and figured out that, to me, this really means […]

Tappa, Tappa, Tappa

Growing up I always wanted to take a dance class. I had two cousins who did and I remember practicing routines with them and going their recitals to watch with wonder (and maybe a little jealousy). In high school instead of traditional gym class I took dance-which was fun-but it wasn’t the quite the same. […]

Grandma’s Noodles

I have several friends who love food and cooking just as much as I do. They are creative people who have brilliant ideas for dishes and a penchant for finding The Best recipe for whatever food you may fancy. When we talk about food recipes we tend to share websites or screen shots so that […]

Do Good.

I don’t have the capacity to even express myself regarding some of the horrific things going on in our world. It’s hard to be grateful for your own life and happy living it while be mad as hell, frustrated, and feeling guilt for the aforementioned ‘good’ feelings. I, too, grow tired of looking for helpers […]

“Scoot Over, You Drive”

Recntly I took a literal drive down memory lane after dropping my best friend off at her house-It just happens that she now lives a few miles from where I ‘grew up’. ‘Where I grew up’ is a loaded phrase really, and is one that my answer for probably doesn’t match what most people know […]