Good grief. Do you know the sensation of being emotionally spent? I am taking the week off to reflect on this past weekend. There was a wedding. There was a funeral. There were snippets of Portlandia watched to round out the heaviness with the absurdity of a micro-culture under scrutiny. I returned from Denver with… Continue reading A wedding and a funeral
Category: Spirit
One year ago – a blogaversary
One year ago, things looked a bit different. After we said I do, we watched the San Francisco Giants clinch the title of World Series champs. Put differently, on a certain honeymoon and in a certain seaside town, there was a bar, multiple visits and bellowing at Phillies play-off games over foamy mugs of Sam… Continue reading One year ago – a blogaversary
a retrospective and a pot of soup
“I’m moving to India.” Over in his swivel back chair, my father leaned back watching my face for translation cues, his eyes intent upon my own. Among the seven languages he could speak sometimes one of them was not Annelies. I hurried on in a torrent of words to back up this proclamation, to buoy… Continue reading a retrospective and a pot of soup
After-thought
I’m cooking up some roasted cauliflower with paprika, crushed sea salt and pepper in oil. On the stovetop, a pan is sizzling with yukon gold slices, Spanish onion and garlic. Next up, swiss chard. And in my ears, Mumford and Sons. And I feel like I owe you an explanation. You come here regularly or… Continue reading After-thought
In a pickle
Being an only child, you learn early on to pay attention, to forage for details of your family’s past. You know you alone bear the weight of carrying those stories forward. You marvel at a society’s ability to pass down story from person to person, realizing that it is it’s own form of literacy and… Continue reading In a pickle
Hunger Challenge: After the challenge & our hunger challenge menu
Beck and I participated in the San Francisco Food Bank hunger challenge last week living off $4.72 per person per day, based on the food stamp allotment in California. Last week I shared my ramblings of living on a restricted food budget. ____________________________________ So it’s me again. Just when I thought I’d said my piece… Continue reading Hunger Challenge: After the challenge & our hunger challenge menu
Hunger Challenge Day 6: “Getting by”
Beck and I are living off of $4.72 per day per person this week as part of the SF Food Bank’s Hunger Challenge. This includes preparation and time… With a restricted budget, there are foods that don’t make it in, there are cravings and there is fatigue. I’m blogging my ramblings of the challenge this… Continue reading Hunger Challenge Day 6: “Getting by”
Hunger Challenge Day 2: The things that didn’t make it & a recipe
Beck and I are living off of $4.72 per day per person this week as part of the SF Food Bank’s Hunger Challenge. This includes preparation and time… _________________________________________________________ The things that didn’t make it Setting up the menu for a week of living off of $4.72 per day really does cut out the dross.… Continue reading Hunger Challenge Day 2: The things that didn’t make it & a recipe
Hunger Challenge Day 1: Time & Shopping List
Beck and I are living off of $4.72 per day per person this week as part of the SF Food Bank’s Hunger Challenge. This includes preparation and time… ____________________________________________ Time Preparing to nourish yourself and your loved ones on a restricted budget takes time. Trolling the SF Food Bank FAQs brought me to their suggestion… Continue reading Hunger Challenge Day 1: Time & Shopping List
Hunger Challenge: Preparation & Day 1
The San Francisco and Marin Food Banks issued a hunger challenge for September 11 – 17, 2011. The challenge is simple: each person signs up to live off a food stamp budget for one week at $4.72 per person per day. On the SF Food Bank site, they share that 1… Continue reading Hunger Challenge: Preparation & Day 1
If these doors could speak- a photo essay & a challenge
When the devastation of Hurricane Katrina unleashed its fury upon the city of New Orleans, I watched on like most of you did, to the TV reports and the flood of articles inundating the web. The same convention center I had visited for a coffee and tea show mere months before became home and unruly… Continue reading If these doors could speak- a photo essay & a challenge
In memory, a Peanut Butter Cream Pie
In memory of Mikey, In honor of Jennie, people around the world today baked pie. Peanut Butter Cream Pie. No, it doesn’t change the fact that he was taken well before his time. No, it doesn’t change the grieving process. But all these pies baked on the same day together and given in love with… Continue reading In memory, a Peanut Butter Cream Pie