Sunday, November 7, 2021
Rethinking Sunday?
Tuesday, November 2, 2021
Opening Eyes, Feeling Restless, Taking it In...
I have walked by this statue so many times and have barely registered its existence, even though it is 5 minutes from my house and in a place I visit weekly. One day I was waiting for a friend outside of a restaurant and I looked at her. I registered her beauty and took her in for a minute. I found myself taking many pictures from different angles that do not do her justice. I like to think she appreciated the attention.
Last weekend I flew to DC, a place where I lived for 6 years. Flying into National Airport is always special because you get a bird's eye view of the magic that is the landscape there. In the cab after I landed, we drove by the Lincoln Monument. Again, my eyes were opened.
I find that I am moved to write when I travel. My senses are awakened and I am out of my normal routine. Things hit me differently. I find it is easier to be in the present when I am traveling. I take the extra moment to notice things the first time I see them. I find I appreciate the small things that I see almost more than the larger than life sights, or I enjoy the larger sights as part of a landscape, to see where it all fits.
There is something fascinating about sitting in an airport. Observing family dynamics, people who live to work and people who work to live, celebrities trying to travel like the masses and the masses trying to travel like celebrities, people going home, people going someplace new, sadness hidden or on display and excitement from those little and big, old and young. People comfortable in their own skin and people still trying to figure themselves out. People struggling and people leaning into their struggles. Granted being in an airport does limit our view due to socioeconomic reasons but it is still an interesting lens to watch a slice of the world.
Time to listen to Up, Up and Away by Kid Cudi and let's get cooking.
Creating beauty with food. Some people eat just to eat - get in the calories and sustain themselves. Some people eat because it is comforting - stress eating. Some people don't want to eat even though their bodies are screaming for attention. Some people truly enjoy food - the smell, beauty, atmosphere it creates and take care in its preparation. There are some people who do all of these things every week. I find I love color in my food. You can slice tomatoes and put them on a plate with mozzarella and basil. Sprinkle olive oil and balsamic vinegar and call it a day. OR - you can slice different color tomatoes, put them on a decorative dish, use different shapes of mozzarella, add blue cheese, add pesto, use a balsamic glaze, sprinkle toasted pine nuts - which plate are you more interested in eating. When I spend the extra 5 minutes, it just makes me a little bit happier. Just something to think about.
Have an incredible day.
Sunday, October 17, 2021
Ongoing search
I am a family person. I love my family and feel that the most important part of a person’s world is their family. In many ways growing up I was my most comfortable self with my family. There were many nights my cousins and brother would go out but I was just as happy playing Pictionary with my grandparents, parents and aunt/uncle.
It is not lost on me that I currently live hours away from my extended family. It is not lost on me that I’m terrified I haven’t passed that importance or value along to my kids. It is not lost on me that I feel a huge sense of loss that my side of the family hasn’t seen each other in years and that I have missed tremendous moments in the lives of family on both sides.
I have been doing so much thinking lately. I have most definitely been in my head. I think it’s why I started writing again. It has been my journal, albeit a public one, and I missed that outlet when I stopped. Many people may wonder why I would write in such a public way. Why put myself out there and share feelings that are supposed to be kept inside?.
I will tell you, I feel it is a risk. I can be and have been misunderstood. People can judge or form opinions based on what they read and misinterpret what I’m about. That said, I also feel like it’s a relief and a release when I write.
There have been times in my life where I have felt quieted. I didn’t have a voice or shouldn’t have a voice and if I did, how would I express that voice. I loved acting. I came close a couple of times of getting serious about that as an outlet. I love to cook, to create meals that are beautiful to present. I love to wear clothes that make me feel good but are beautiful pieces of art. I love to create living spaces that are warm and comfortable where people want to gather and feel safe and laugh. I have always wanted an art in my life. I’m creative without that unique talent. That has been something I have thought about so often in my life. I have always wanted to excel at something. Anything.
I have found lately that I’m needing to get to a place of allowing myself to be free and open and vulnerable. I’m an extrovert and many people who know me will know I wear my heart on my sleeve. They might think I already am open - or too open - heck I write a blog! But still, I seek moments when I can be so vulnerable and connected to myself, where I could get almost shaky in that nakedness. Those moments are so hard to come by and they allow for complete acceptance of myself. Think about watching someone dance when they really feel the music. Think about an actor who allows complete vulnerability so that a viewer can connect to that character. Think about being so focused and zeroed in that time has simply vanished. After all of this time, I am still learning about myself. I’m still seeking.
I have been open about struggles I have had in my life. I do this thoughtfully and purposefully, knowing and experiencing the consequences, which at times have been more difficult than going through the actual struggle. It is extremely important to me that people not feel alone. I believe in being kind to all because you truly don’t know what they are experiencing. I also think it’s important to laugh. And laugh hard.
So I think all of this. And I write. To myself and to anyone who cares to read. I have boarded my plane. I’m now seated in seat 10D and my flight is about to take off. I will put in my ear buds, play I Got You by Michael Franti (always thinking of you Allison when I listen) and think about what meal I plan to make tomorrow for my family.
But if you need a good recipe immediately, I’ve been craving Cheddar Corn Chowder by Ina Garten. Click here for the recipe
Goodbye for now, Bethlehem.
Peace and love to all
Thursday, October 14, 2021
Dance Party
This summer my brother created a playlist and it inspired me to do the same. I have a playlist that I listen to when I walk (that my daughter named Mom Music - and no, that didn't make me feel outdated and old - not at all!!). I have various playlists for yoga as well, but I was in the mood to create something. Something... Anything. So, I asked the girls and Kelley to provide some of their favorites, and I included some (ok, many) of mine. The end result was our first family playlist. I will say it took awhile to get everyone on board. One daughter wanted to include country because she knew that I didn't love it and another needed a few reminders, but the finished product is a 4 hour mix that I listen to.....often. It makes me feel close to my family and it makes me happy. It has such a huge array of genres and I actually love them all. Sometimes I listen to it in its order and sometimes I shuffle - both give a different feel, depending on my mood.
Last night, I poured myself a glass of wine and put on the mix (ok, playlist) on Sonos and started prepping tacos for dinner. Kelley was working in the office and Sage was at soccer. Kid Cudi came on and I just started dancing. All over the kitchen. And you know what, it felt great. It was a good moment. Found some space and it was good.
My parents are moving to Washington, D.C. to live closer to family. My mom will be in an independent apartment in a retirement community and my father will be in the same facility but with additional care. Mom will be able to see him every day and she will finally live near family. A first in many, many years. In cleaning out our childhood home in Pennsylvania where my mom has lived for over 50 years, my brother came across this treasure.
My dad would make an Armenian dish every so often. It was complex and something he really enjoyed doing. I have memories of him working away in my grandparents' kitchen and in my aunt and uncle's house doing the same, usually around Thanksgiving. The fact that he would take great care to do something so meaningful for his family and culture that he was not related to by blood, always got caught in my heart. This cookbook cover is my maternal grandfather's writing (Boboo) - directing to my dad's recipe. The writing on the recipe page is my father's and at the very bottom is a special note - 11/26/1999, the day my dad "initiated" my brother and cousins into preparing this dish.
Time to put on Love Tonight by Shouse and dance, I mean cook! Or both.....
Recently, I made a delicious recipe from Alexandra Cooks. Veggie-Loaded Stuffed Bell Peppers. Lately, I have been eating less meat and this dish was very filling.
Click the link for the recipe!
Enjoy!
Friday, October 8, 2021
Dancing in the Moonlight
Time. It passes so quickly that I find it difficult to sit in the moment. To really appreciate the moment. To take the space to understand the moment.
Then, lately, I have been realizing that so much of my life has passed me by. To observe my parents age before my eyes and to see my children hit the age I still feel close to (but am removed by 30 years) has started to weigh on me. Hitting 51 for some reason has given me a dose of reality, maybe too much of one. I begin to think and question myself because I still think "young" and feel like I just graduated college and am living post-college life, but then I realize 9/11 was 20 years ago and my 30th Colgate Reunion is next year. I come to the stark realization that I am perceived, especially by my beautiful daughters and those around me as "old". My body is different. My face is different. My life experience is deeper. I find the need to pass along life lessons in ways I didn't in the past and I am not sure the ears are there to listen. Or even should be. I never imagined all of the sudden being in this particular place in life.
Of course this is not a bad place to be. There is a tremendous amount of the present and past for which to be grateful. I do truly believe that some of the very best in life is yet to come. In many ways, especially if you look at the social media lens, that misleading lens, my life looks extremely charmed. It is all relative of course and the mind and heart battle does not visibly show to the world usually. The battles we fight within.
I think about past dreams - acting school, interior design, opening a tiny cafe or a yoga practice, speaking another language, traveling, finding that creative passion. I think about the feeling of being free, of allowing myself to be vulnerable and open, of experiencing that singular moment and letting myself float there. I think about finding that space and being comfortable in it. A lot of what I mentioned is not time-limited. It feels like it is but it isn't. This week I am grappling with that and I thought I would share my internal struggle. If you ever deal with these kinds of thoughts and feelings, you are not alone.
So, I sit with it or I should say I allow myself to sit with it. And I go back to my favorite quote, Bird by Bird, by Annie Lamott.
Tine to listen to Sad People by Kid Cudi and let's get cooking. Like many of my favorite dishes, my sister in law introduced our family to this one when we were on Martha's Vineyard this summer. Martha's Vineyard is the place I feel most real and most in the moment. Since then, we have made this dish several times and it has become a family favorite. It is from Whole in One: Complete, Healthy Meals in a Single Pot, Sheet Pan, Or Skillet by Ellie Krieger.
Monday, September 28, 2020
At the start, an end of a chapter. What is to come?
Simple Moments Each Day. 98 posts. 43,743 all time views. Started February 25, 2014.
I have been reflecting on my time writing this blog. I re-read my first three posts recently. I started this blog in 2014 because friends had suggested I write about my temporary move to Augusta, GA and because I love to cook. When I moved to Georgia, I stopped working for the first time in my life. I had more time to devote to myself and to cooking for my family. When I think back on all that has changed in the last 6 years, one thing remains constant....my journey to find simple moments.
I asked some friends recently how they defined a simple moment.....these were just a few responses.
- A cup of coffee before the noise of the day begins
- Watching waves in an ocean ripple, a smile, a touch, sunrise, sunset, nature, music, family laughter
- A moment in which you are still, just breathe, open your eyes and take it all in.
- .....appreciate, acknowledge, and feel my feelings and emotions as fully as I'm able.
- Each of us will find that we can describe many types of events/times that we define as “simple moments.” These are, most often, times when we find our body, mind and soul at peace and that “pause” (almost always an exceedingly brief pause) in the flow of life allows us to appreciate precisely what occurs in that moment of awareness. That moment of awareness is as important as the actual event because it is that awareness that allows us to see the wonders that surround us.
- A simple moment is a feeling of peace, quiet: when you don’t worry about anything and you look around this amazing earth and appreciate it’s beauty.
I find myself still yearning for them - sometimes they come more easily than others. Saturday morning I was sitting on the couch, drinking coffee, listening to music and it hit me. My heart was full. The lyrics of the song were a little more clear, the present was fully with me, and I loved every second of that. In that moment, I was accessible. I was open. There was space. I could breathe it in.
Now put on Free Fallin' by Tom Petty and let's get cooking.
I have to admit something. I have not been feeling very inspired lately. I am in between seasons. I am yearning for summer freedom but starting to churn for fall comfort. The smells of fall are in the air and the autumn light is upon us. The smells of the blooming bushes this time of year always remind me of when we first moved to Augusta 7 years ago.
Working full time and the anticipation of that moment, the emotions of one child leaving for college and the other literally growing up in front of my eyes, turning 50 and reflecting on how I see myself and how others see me, observing my parents age, or looking at all that needs to be done, I find that I am yearning for space. Yearning to get back to a place where I am inspired, excited and ready. I think it will take a little time and it will be a challenge. Of that I am sure. So, in lieu of a new recipe, I attach my first blog post. Not to go back. Not to look behind. But to feel the excitement of the moment, I first hit "Publish". I had thought I would end my blog at 100 posts.....but right now at this very moment, I think this is a good place to end. End at the beginning, the start of a new chapter. What is to come?
Click here: First Blog Post - February, 2014
From the bottom of my heart, thank you for being on this journey with me. I have loved every moment. Have a happy day, everyone!
Friday, September 11, 2020
9/11/2001: 19 years ago. A day so vivid and in slow motion in my mind, forever.
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Monday, August 10, 2020
College-the next stage of the journey, even during a pandemic
We have already established that for the world, 2020 has a lot to be desired. It is the epitome of when things don't go as planned. Talk about having to be flexible and adjust accordingly. As I said in the last post, life continues and we bend and flex to make things work.
My youngest daughter started her junior year of high school today. My oldest daughter is moved into college and is in the midst of rush week. Thinking about my own college experience and now looking at it from the perspective of a parent, which is hard because in some ways, I was just at Colgate, right?? Well, twenty eight years ago, but still (wink, wink). The fact that I have the perspective now that my mom had then is something I could hardly imagine then and yet I am living it now, if that makes sense at all. But.....it is a process. Everything is a process. Life is a process. That comes into being now more than ever.
When I think of Sosie at school, I realize that this year is unprecedented. It is going to be different because it has to be. Though, for them it isn't different. It is their reality because they don't know of an experience other than this one.
I imagine my first moments in college - not knowing anyone, waiting to make the first connections, finding that first friend and not knowing what to do with my time. Being completely on my own with an unstructured schedule. I was the person who had a difficult transition. I didn't love being on my own from the beginning and in fact it took me awhile to get into my groove. I wished I was the person who jumped in and swam mightily, had no issues, didn't miss home and felt comfortable in my own skin. I was never really that person so I am not sure why I expected that at college. It took time. It was a process.
There were disappointments when I didn't make The Swinging Gates and there were amazing times when I joined my sorority and saw so many friends there. There were the moments I met my future roommate and we clicked in a beautiful way and there were the quiet moments I found a spot by the lake to enjoy the present of being on campus. It is a process. Truthfully, I didn't really find my happy places until I was out of college but I did find my groove. It took time, I dug deep (sometimes so so deep) and found the inner strength to find my way. I almost dropped out of Colgate my junior year but now I can't imagine having not been there. The connections I made in school and after college ended with people from Colgate are some of my longest lasting and they have made my life full. But it took time. It is a process.
So, whether you have the child who doesn't look back or the child who won't stop looking back, it is a process. For you as the mom, for your family who is adjusting to a new dynamic and for your young adult who is striking out on their own for the first time. It is a process. And processes take time. It also takes patience, flexibility, understanding, compassion, inclusion, friendship, love, support, prayers, kindness, and a sense of humor.
Put on American Teen by Khalid and let's get cooking.
For today, we are doing something a little different. It is summer still - it is August 10 and you need to plan your favorite summer meal. Some of your favorite things. Corn on the cob, a fresh heirloom tomato with basil and balsamic, a juice burger of choice, ice cream and enjoy every single bite.
Enjoy and have a happy day everyone!!
Sunday, August 2, 2020
First Bird Leaving the Nest..........
T-minus 3 days until my first-born girl leaves for college. Wow.....the flood of emotions come to me more naturally now. Up until now, focusing on the tasks at hand have helped me with some healthy denial (it isn't just a river in Eygpt).
When both of my girls turned 16, I gave them a version of this - so I write it here too
My Wishes
My wish is for you to know your beauty and your soul, to know what makes you happy and feel alive, to know yourself and your value, your worth.
My wish is for you to know your strengths and be aware of the challenges you have in front of you.
My wish is for you to learn the thing that makes you tick, the places you love and that speak to you.
My wish is for you to surround yourself by people who know and appreciate your greatness, but for you to understand what makes you great first.
My wish is for you to have the room to grow always, knowing that may mean you may fall once or twice. Dust yourself off when that happens and get back up to try again.
My wish is for you to live a life filled with all kinds of adventures. Life is a journey and is meant to be lived to its fullest. Carpe Diem.
My wish is for you to know in your heart of hearts that you are good, really good.
My wish is for you to know that I am always here for you and I will always love you, unconditionally. I will listen and offer any help I can, and will try to be fair at all times. I will be honest in my opinions. This may make you unhappy sometimes but you can always count on me, always, to be truthful about the situation.
My wish is for you to take risks. Know that you may fail but you may win too. Take risks in relationships and take risks in life and in your adventures. Your life will be all the better for it.
My wish is for you to give to others. Open yourself up to new experiences and open yourself to those important to you. Give back to your community and be present in your relationships.
My wish is for you to know that hard times will pass. Things will always get better. You have an incredible support system.
My wish is for you to understand that education is supremely important. It is going to give you the head start you need in life. Know this and work hard.
Be a leader, be a learner, be a friend, be kind, be your best self. Know you are loved and love yourself more.
I love you to the moon and beyond. Love, Mom
Now put on Let's Get it Started by Black Eyed Peas and let's get cooking.
In honor of Sosie, I am making her favorite food before she goes - Mac n Cheese or in this case, Alfredo. It is a throwback recipe from 2014.
Click Here For the Best Alfredo Recipe Ever!!!!
Enjoy and Have a Happy Day, everyone! Be safe!
Monday, July 27, 2020
Time to take a moment.....7-27-20
I saw this sculpture in Mexico in January. Its beauty struck me. The calm. The peace. I paused more than once to stare at her. I guess that is the point, to take a moment. I think about how much has changed since that trip. It is truly a different world. It was the beginning of a year that has become something so vastly opposite then what we thought it would be then. Yet, the world continues.
We adapt. We flex. We continue. Something that has always stayed with me when I hear about a death of someone I know. I think about the sadness and the void left in the world and then I am suddenly aware of how the world continues on. Somehow that makes me more sad but also more apt to seize the day, realizing that the world does continue and how I don't want to miss what it brings, no matter how hard and challenging.
So, in the midst of all of this muck - and lately the world feels a lot like muck, I bow. I bow to the things I cannot control, the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference as the famous quote goes.
With that in mind, time to put on It's called: Freefall by Rainbow Kitten Surprise and let's get cooking!!
Click this link immediately - do not pass go, do not collect $200. It is so good. And you can shortcut if you don't have time to do all of the steps.
Israeli Vegetable Salad
Enjoy and have a happy day everyone!
Tuesday, April 14, 2020
Covid-19: Time slayer
New world for me, especially since March: Covid-19. Coronavirus. Quarantine. Social Distancing. Shelter in Place. PPE. Videos on making your own masks. Toilet paper hunts. Make your own hand sanitizer. 6 feet apart. Meal prep for fewer trips to grocery. No contact take out/delivery meals. Curbside pickup. On-line learning. Masks/gloves worn out. Sports/Plays cancelled. Graduation traditions stunted. Teleworking. Andrew Cuomo. Diagnoses. Illness. Death. Asymptomatic. Testing sites. Flexible schedules. Essential employees. Home pet and human grooming (gasp). Projections. On-line yoga classes. Positive cases. Health-care workers. Empty grocery store shelves. Isolation. New normal. Sanitized grocery carts. Gas prices under $1.50/gallon.
New and rekindled ways to connect: Role of social media - music, stories recorded from home streamed to internet. Recipe exchanges. Some Good News (SGN) with Jon Krasinksi. Zoom friend and family reunions. Microsoft Teams meetings. Games and puzzles. Outside time - lots of walks. Never-ending family togetherness. Less commuting time. Talking on the phone - reaching out to say hi and hear a friend's voice. Less work travel. Nothing BUT time. Nostalgia and memories flooding mind and heart. Lots of cooking. Yearning for connection, any kind of connection.
This is a time in our lives we won't forget. We are alone, together. It has brought the world together in a way that it hasn't in a long time but it also feels like the most isolating time. Major educational and personal milestones aren't able to be recognized which feel terrible and unsatisfying. It is getting back to basics in life - health, inner well-being, shedding outer beauty norms (dyed hair, manicured nails, makeup, jewelry, etc.) finding ways to connect without connection, helping others, contributing in a way that makes sense for you, self-protection but protecting others. Finding ways to smile even when it is not as easy to do so. Lack of connection, especially at work, can lead to less laughing and having fun. Being insular can be addictive. Finding ways to break through that each day is a challenge, some days more so than others. Be well, be safe, be happy, my friends and family.
Time to put on Happy by Pharrell Williams and let's get cooking. I know.....I know.....must we cook? That is all we have been doing lately. SO......instead.......this week. Let's support a local business for dinner. Order takeout or delivery. Take that time you would cook and go for a walk, read a book, take an online yoga class and feel good having helped a local business. I have been enjoying finding new favorites in town and eating some good food while at it.
If you are looking for a cooking idea, I have lately rediscovered shrimp. Marinating in pesto and throwing over zucchini noodles or salad is a new yum for me.
Enjoy and have a happy day, everyone.............
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