Saturday, February 19, 2022

Finding the heartbeat

 

Good morning! Chilly walk but warming up to the 60s. That time of year when it is brisk upon waking but if the wind is light, you can get a blanket and sit outside in the sun to read a book in the afternoons. Simple moments. 

The fresh air feels amazing. Exercise helps me handle excess nervous energy, channeling in the same manner that writing does in some ways. Different outlets but both...outlets. 

This week I have been thinking more about connection and community.  Imagine the earth as a whole. Then zoom in closer and closer until you see your home and the closest neighborhood around you. Think Google Earth. 

I have always craved the idea of the perfect neighborhood. Living in Needham was the closest I had to that ideal. I have always loved the idea of living close to my neighbors, walking distance to everything, part of it all but with a private space to escape to when I seek space. I have always loved the idea of a commune probably for the same reason. I am someone who needs to be around familiar places where I can feel grounded. For me that means having local restaurants that become part of my routine, working out in a place where I recognize people around me, or finding the perfect general store. 

I think about New York City. I have always loved the heartbeat and the energy I feel the minute my feet hit the sidewalk. 5 boroughs, 319 square miles. Millions of people. 

Break it down further. Take Manhattan. 13.4 miles by 2.3 miles filled with distinct neighborhoods seen in the map below. These communities have their own cultures and you can walk from one to the other within minutes to get a real feel of each. A true slice of the world.

Of course over time, these neighborhoods morph and change. Sadly, gentrification has blended some of the edges and has chipped away the uniqueness of culture but you can say that about many places around the world. Having said that, how amazing is it to stand in one city and experience the sensory overload that occurs here. I imagine standing on the street staring up at the sky. The city moving around me. New York City is one place where I feel alive. I am merely one of millions and yet one of the things I love most is that it is a place I can bring this massive place down to a manageable slice. Best of both worlds - large urban environment broken down into neighborhoods. Blocks that you can learn every inch of over time. Community. Connection. 

When I think of travelling, I think of being in a place long enough to establish a routine. Even during a brief stay you can establish some sort of routine. Opening the mind to learn the feel of a place. Getting to know the people who live there. Familiarizing myself with neighborhoods, local stores and restaurants. Finding the heartbeat.

Song to put on: Heat Waves by Glass Animals

Book to read: Columbine by Dave Cullen

Recipe to make: My friend, Mary Anne McCollum, made this recently and loved it. It is on my list for this week. I have been into bowls lately and this is a fantastic recipe for one. 


Choose kindness. Every gesture counts. Peace and love. 

Wednesday, February 9, 2022

Four moments


 -photography by Gayle Oshrin

Four moments. 

It is any day in January. I am scrolling on Facebook and come across this photograph my old roommate posts. She lives in Greenwich Village and simply put, she is a talented photographer. Always has been. She is an attorney by trade but boy, I wait for her posts because they are always amazing. I have always loved photography as a medium. My house certainly has its fair share of it. I think I like it because it grounds me. Anyway, this piece really speaks to me. It reminds me of the old movie, Rear Window, that I absolutely love and have watched countless times. I reply to her post of this photograph, "very Rear Window". She responds..."or in this case, my front window". I mention that I neeeeeeeeedddd this and she responds asking for my address. New York City is a very special place to me and a place I don't spend enough time exploring but I am truly happy every time I do. I reach out on Messenger and we catch up a bit. It is so great to "talk" to her after so many years. Connection. Truly, the best (only?- another discussion for another day) part of social media (aside from Facebook Birthdays!). I give her my address and move forward with my day. Maybe a week later, I receive a package. The fact that she took the time to do this means a lot-more than she realizes, likely. 

Yesterday. I am at the Y. I am walking the track. In my own world. Listening to music. Greeting some new friends but living happily in my own head, enjoying the me time. I get hot so I take off my sweatshirt and out of my ear comes an air pod. I don't see it drop. I mildly panic. Where did it go? Did it fall to the gym floor below where people are playing pickleball. Is it somehow stuck in my clothing, even though I have patted myself down multiple times. Is it on the track around me? I am feeling stuck. Then, one person stops and asks if I lost something. They help and then say they will keep an eye out. Then, another does the same thing. Then, another. The fact that I am standing there, feeling a bit foolish, a bit panicked that I might have lost something, and people around me are willing to stop and ask. Multiple people. When I shake my sweatshirt really hard once again, it falls. Ahhhhhh. Relief. Deep breath. I start walking the hamster track again and I am surprised by how many people stop to ask if I found my ear bud. Connection. Community. 

This morning. I am still waking up and feeling a little out of sorts. I am opening up to Kelley and sharing the many mind zaps that are occurring for me this morning. He and I are talking and Chappy (that would be our dog) is standing between us staring at the both of us. His eyes go back and forth. Clearly, he is zeroed into me. We finish our conversation and Kelley starts to go downstairs. Chappy keeps looking back at me, making sure that I am following. I am not ready for the day and I do not follow. Chappy, very quietly, comes back and lies down with watchful eyes. He follows me around the house, never straying far. Connection in the smallest ways. Unspoken. Unconditional. Love.

This afternoon at 3:15 p.m. Sage comes home from school and has a quick turnaround because there is a game tonight. She needs dinner early. When I say early, I mean like 4 p.m. early. I am starting a new position on Monday and only have a few days left when I can make my daughter dinner at 4 p.m. I jump up and think what can I make quickly? Frozen pizza. (Home Run frozen pizza to be exact - I mean who doesn't like frozen pizza?) I need veggies. I love vegetables. I am kinda obsessed with them actually. Maybe that's silly but whatever. 

So, what do I do? I put on some music. Let's talk about the music actually. I really enjoy listening to albums beginning to end from time to time. I watched Euphoria a couple of weeks ago and was reminded of INXS Kick. So, that was what I put on Sonos.  I light my candle and pour some wine. I steam some spinach, roast some zucchini, pepper and cherry tomatoes, open up a nice bottle of red and throw the pizza and vegetables in the oven. And.......after that is done, I sit down to write to you. 

Song to listen to: Song for the Waiting by Aron Wright
Book to read: The Love Songs of W.E.B. Dubois

Recipe to make: Made up Asian fusion bowl. Yes, you read correctly. A new quick food place opened up near us (very yummy). I kept ordering the same thing so I decided to figure out how I would make it at home. Most of my meals are fast these days. I definitely used shortcuts. You do not need to but I did and I have varied this meal multiple times. 

Get a big bowl. Sauté some zucchini (or roast) in olive oil with a little garlic. Put in the bowl. Slice some carrots and put apple cider vinegar in them to coat. After 15 minutes, add to bowl. Steam some broccoli (Or cook with the zucchini) and place in bowl. Cook some quinoa (or rice or combination) and surprise, put in bowl. Add kimchi (you can buy at most stores now). Add some spinach or power green mixture. Sprinkle some peanuts in there. Add cilantro and scallions. Drizzle soy sauce or some sort of sesame, soy, ginger mixture. Stir well so that the warm veggies help cook the greens. Yummmmmmmm

Enjoy!

Choose kindness. Every gesture counts. Love and peace.

Sunday, February 6, 2022

Who are your people?

 


"Alone, we can do so little; together we can do so much"
- Helen Keller

"The greatness of a community is most accurately measured by the compassionate actions of its members" - Coretta Scott King

"If you want to go quickly, go alone. If you want to go far, go together"
- African Proverb

Lately I have been doing a lot of thinking about community. I think my happiest times in life have been when I have felt truly part of a community. Part of something bigger than myself. It is more than feeling included in a group. Everyone wants to feel included - but it is larger than that. It is being an active member of a community. A give and take. 

People search for community in many different ways. It could be your neighborhood, work, workout group, sports team, a gym, book group, school, friend group, church. The list goes on and on. Some people have multiple communities and sometimes they overlap and sometimes they are completely separate from one another. Usually, there is a common thread that connects everyone together. It ties people together and yet there is space for individuality as well. 

When we moved to Georgia, we left a very meaningful community. I miss that community to this day.  Family and friends who were like family. Neighbors with which I laughed, cried, drank, cooked. People I called when we were moving and I spilled blue nail polish on the brand new carpet and needed to clean quickly but we only had a few hours to move our belongings next door. An SOS call (which was not easy for me to do - reach out) and people came running to help us. We would do the same in a heartbeat.  

One of the first communities I found in Augusta was at the Wilson Family Y. I had time on my hands because I was not working for the first time in my life. I began as an observer. I would work out and just watch around me. I witnessed camaraderie and support. Just being surrounded by that gave me a warm feeling. Slowly, I began to form attachments. We moved to Evans after a couple of years and my new gym was not the same. Maybe it was a nicer facility but the vibe was definitely not the same. When we moved back to Augusta, we re-joined the Y but I didn't go regularly. Finally, this past January, I started to attend again and those familiar feelings came rushing back. Seeing a truly diverse group of people all in that one building, supporting each other, caring about each other, with the common goal of health. Diverse by race, age, financial stability, gender, etc. A community. It is incredibly refreshing and a part of my day that I look forward to every single day. 

I can walk the track and talk to my new friend who is 65 and comes to the gym every day for hours. Turns out she lived in New Jersey and we have a lot of similarities in background even though we are naturally different in other ways. She laps me on that track every day and wears the best, most coordinated outfits. Some of her closest friends are from the Y now. 

I can go to a class and see my first and dear friend in Augusta who takes multiple classes a week (and sometimes a day!). She inspires me every day with her strength and commitment. She inspires me with her connections to that community.  

Again, on the track, I can see the gym floor below and watch a group of men playing basketball before work or see two guys working together to improve their game. Later, pickleball courts are set up and many players spend their morning competing in a collegial way. 

At a class, I can follow a teacher whose genuine primary goal is to encourage and support their participants to try their hardest to achieve the results they want. 

It can be a quick word of encouragement to each other, a friendly hello or a shared smile, but it is understood and recognized that we are all in this together. We all brought but also left our different homes, backgrounds, cultures and world to be together as a community. What a concept in this crazy world! 

As I go back to work soon, I am scared. Excited and scared. I am scared to begin again. I am scared because I am all in and want to have a positive impact on my new organization. I am also scared of losing something that has been healing for me in so many ways at the Y. So, what do I do with this? 

I recognize those feelings because they are okay to have. I never feel just one emotion, right? I feel tons of emotions in an instant and it is okay to feel them all. There is no need to feel badly about having those feelings. That is simply a layer I don't need to have. I recognize them for what they are and feel compassion for those parts of me that feel that way. 

I am reminded by the best monologue I have read in a novel and seen performed by Michael Stuhlbarg in Call Me By Your Name by Andre Aciman.

Specifically, these lines strike me -

"You had a beautiful friendship. Maybe more than a friendship. And I envy you. In my place, most parents would hope the whole thing goes away, to pray that their sons land on their feet. But I am not such a parent. In your place, if there is pain, nurse it. And if there is a flame, don’t snuff it out. Don’t be brutal with it. We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster, that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to make yourself feel nothing so as not to feel anything ― what a waste!"

and

"Right now there's sorrow. Pain. Don't kill it and with it the joy you've felt"

So, I figure out how to keep my community and the parts of me that are healing through that community and I get excited for all that lies ahead, recognizing that while change can be hard, it can be liberating as well. 

Song to listen to: Sunshine by OneRepublic (you can't help but smile)

Book to read: The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein

Recipe to make: Colleen's Chili 

Yes, I am back on my soup and chili kick. My friend, Colleen, is a great cook. She would never admit to that but I have been fortunate to eat her meals multiple times and every single one has been excellent. She is a beautiful, humble, intelligent and generous person and the night she made this for us recently, the whole damn thing hit the spot. It was a simple moment for me and I keep going back to it in my mind. 


Choose kindness. Every gesture counts. Love and peace. 

Sunday, January 23, 2022

What am I learning in these challenging times?

I am learning that being present is an ever constant challenge for me. Letting go of trying to experience is when the best experiences occur. 

I am learning that above all, I strive to be open-minded and the lack of it in others is something that frustrates me, maybe more than most things. How to handle this is a learning experience for me for sure. 

I am learning that the journey to find my most authentic self is life-long and always changing. I need to be in touch with my inner self in order to be in touch with the world. 

I am learning the distinction between pity, sympathy, empathy, and compassion. 

I am learning that I strive to live my life with empathy and compassion and that this world is starved for more compassionate leadership. 

I am learning that I absolutely love Harry Styles' mantra, "Treat People with Kindness". It is so simple but so profound. Something that every single person can touch, if they try. 

Background of Treat People with Kindness

I am learning that we need to respect and honor each human's experience and background. Appreciating and loving the uniqueness of others, it just simply frees us all. It certainly frees me. 

I am learning that reality affects dreams but it should not be used as a crutch not to have dreams. The key is the balance. I am still learning that balance.

I am learning that there are things in my life that I truly feel might be meant to be, meant to happen. As crazy as some are, in this life or the next, they are meant to be. Things I cannot vocalize but feel. I am not sure how they will be but what will be, may truly be. Honoring the possibilities without fixating. Accepting and appreciating without focusing too much on desires. I am still learning that balance. 

I am learning the power of music in my life.

I am learning the power of laughter.

I am learning that I crave a creative outlet where I can discover and exercise my voice. Balancing that with caring about an audience or wanting a reception is a challenge. Finding the outlet, also a challenge.

I am learning that I feel things deeply, too deeply. I care about others deeply, too deeply. Finding me in all the feelings, that is another challenge.  

I am learning that every single one of us, at every age, in the world has a responsibility to this world and it is time. It is simply, time. I am ready to do my part. Really do my part. 

I am learning that challenge is not only part of the struggle but very necessary. 

I am learning that dancing sometimes just makes everything better. 

Song to listen to: Canyon Moon, Harry Styles

Book to read: Dharma Bums, Jack Kerouac

Meal to make: Chicken Scallopine with Lemon, Capers and Tomatoes, Dave Becker, Sweet Basil

Kelley has been cooking a lot lately. For me, it is like sitting and reading a book, finding the space to lean into it and be comfortable in the moment. I miss finding that space. This week, Kelley dug into my menu index (which is in need of updating btw) and made this dish again. From one of our favorite restaurants in Needham, MA. Coincidentally, our family is embarking on a week of eating vegetarian. I will fill you in on that next time. 

4 skinless, boneless chicken breast halves
All purpose flour for dusting
Kosher salt and pepper
3 TBSP olive oil
3 TBSP unsalted butter
8 cloves garlic, minced (I used much less, 3 but could've used 4-5)
1/2 cup white wine
juice of 2 lemons
2 cups chicken stock
2 plum tomatoes (I didn't have plum, so used 3 regular)
2 TBSP salted rinsed capers (I used a little more)
1/4 cup chopped fresh parsley for garnish. (I used a little at the end in the pan too)


Pound the chicken thin, by placing plastic wrap on top of breasts and either roll or use a mallet to 1/2 inch thickness. I bought thin sliced cutlets. I think I would have liked to have thinned out a bit more but it was just fine.

Season the chicken with salt and pepper and dust generously with flour. Shake off excess and set aside.

In a large skillet, heat the olive oil over medium-high heat. Add 1 TBSP of butter.  After it melts, brown the chicken in the skillet - 4-5 min on one side, 1-2 min on the other side until golden brown. Transfer to plate. It won't be fully cooked yet.

Add the garlic to the pan and cook, stirring, for 30 seconds. Add the white wine and lemon juice. Bring to a simmer, scraping the browned bits at the bottom of the pan, until most of the liquid is gone. Add the chicken stock, tomatoes and capers.  Increase the heat to high, and bring liquid to a boil. Simmer for 6 minutes, or until liquid is decreased by one-third.

Stir in remaining TBSP of butter (or one, if you prefer) and return chicken to pan and simmer for 2 minutes, or until sauce thickens and chicken is cooked through. Season with S&P. I added a little parsley to the pan at this point and then some more for garnish.

I served this with orzo in pesto sauce from Trader Joes (loved hitting the Charlotte Traders a couple of weekends ago!). I also sautéed spinach in olive oil and garlic, salt and pepper and then added a little parm on top.

I added a bit of parm to the rest of the dishes too. Enjoy and have a spectacular day!


Choose kindness. Every gesture counts. Love and peace. 

Sunday, January 16, 2022

Evolving through experience

 

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was born on January 15, 1929 in Atlanta, GA. His father changed his and his son’s name from Michael after attending a conference in Germany where he became influenced by the writings of Martin Luther. (See comment below-thank you for the correction!). That said, his family and closest friends still called him, "Mike" until the day he died.  

Dr. King began college at Morehouse College at the age of 15 after skipping two grades in high school and earned his Bachelor's degree in Sociology from there. He then went on to become valedictorian when he earned his second Bachelor's in Divinity from Crozer Theological Seminary in Pennsylvania. He was a Baptist minister and in 1955, Dr. King earned his Doctor of Philosophy in Systemic Theology from Boston University. 

Henry David Thoreau played a very important part in his civil rights career with the essay entitled, "Civil Disobedience". Dr. King would be arrested close to 30 times during his career as a social and peaceful activist. While most people are familiar with some of his most famous speeches, it is important to realize that he gave 450 speeches a year for several years as well as being the author of five books. 

Dr. King was 39 years old when he was assassinated in 1968. 39. 

He is just one of many, many influential activists who were active in the Civil Rights Movement in our country. 

I think about how far we have come as a country and I also think about how far we have to go. Race relations and the topic of diversity has always been of interest to me. I have purposely read books or sought classes in school and in professional development training on these subjects. I have tried to implement what I have learned in a career setting and at home. 

I have so, so much more to learn and there is so, so much more I can do. 

It is 1989. I am taking an African-American History class at Colgate. There were maybe 15 people in the class. The professor asked the 6-8 students of color to leave the room. He then posed a question to both rooms. 

"Imagine you are born white and you spend 18 years of your life as a white person. Then, you are approached by someone and are told that there has been an error and you were not supposed to be born white. Instead, you were supposed to be born black. They apologize that an error was made and they are willing to compensate you for this error. How much would you like to receive as a result of this error?"

Each group wrote responses and then we came together as a group. That discussion was truly eye-opening. Of course there were varying answers on both sides but there were patterns as well. The white students generally stated a very low number and the people of color generally stated a very high number. That was the first day I truly realized that we live in a society whose system rewards white people directly and indirectly. 

It is spring 1990 and I am in another class and I innocently write a friend a note asking what people of color thought about a particular issue. I honestly don't remember the issue but I remember her response which was that she doesn't and can't speak for the black population. That said, she could share her own personal opinion which she did. I meant well in my question because I honestly wanted to learn. I realized that what I asked was posed incorrectly. If not everyone is the same in the white community, how can it be in any other community?

It is 1996. I work in a law firm as a Recruitment Coordinator. I attend a conference session hosted by Jane Edmonds, a consultant who has a B.A. from Harvard and a J.D. from Boston College. She does two things in that session that stay with me to this day. She plays the PBS special, A Class Divided, where Jane Elliott taught her third-grade students about discrimination the day after MLK, Jr. was assassinated. If you haven't seen it, click here. I promise it is worth your time. 

Jane Edmonds also does an exercise where she asks for 20 volunteers to stand in a line at the back of the room. She is poised at the front of the room with a dollar bill and proceeds to ask a number of questions. The crowd is mostly female but fairly diverse. A white male is the first to get the dollar bill. In all of her times completing this exercise, she has never had a different outcome. I learned three things that day. First, everyone has biases and racism is learned. Second, it reiterated how systemic racism is in our world. Third, I wanted others to hear what she had to say because I was learning so much. My mind was opened in new ways, in the real world, outside of the school classroom. My outcome was to have her speak at my place of employment and to propose a new initiative at the firm where we diversify our summer associate program. I also had her come speak to my future place of employment after 9/11/01.

It is 2001 and my daughter is born. I decide to buy her a baby doll so I go into the toy store to look for one. All of the white baby dolls are sold. I see a beautiful black baby doll and decide to buy it for my daughter. I want her to be comfortable with people who are like her and who are different from her. She loves that doll just like she does with all of her other toys, including white dolls we would purchase later. When Sosie and Sage are young they go to the American Girl doll store they choose Josefina Montoya (New Mexican girl from 1824) and Ivy Ling (Chinese-American girl from SF in the 1970s). Appreciate the differences, surround yourself with people who are unlike and like you, and find the similarities as well. Lesson learned. 

It is 2015 and I learn that the majority of the 700 Confederate monuments in the country were built between 1890-1950, the time period of Jim Crow segregation. Stone Mountain in Georgia was completed in 1960. I spend real time thinking about the messaging here. 

It is 2021 and I am in a training at work. There are maybe 10 of us in the room and it is a very diverse group of people that I care deeply about. My team. The teachers on our video conference say that the worst thing you can do as a parent is teach your kids not to see color or race. That really stuck with me. Each person has had their own experience. Cultural experiences and backgrounds are different and it is important to recognize and appreciate those differences, not gloss them over. Systemic biases and unconscious biases are real. And while every single one of us has biases - they are normal, it is how you act on those biases that makes the difference. A key is to treat every single person in the world as if they are a friend.  

I find race hard to discuss especially in a diverse room. I am so scared of saying the wrong thing and offending someone, yet, some of my best learning moments have occurred in those exact settings. I want to keep learning. I want to keep growing. I want to keep reading. Finally, I want to keep acting on what I learn. 

I don't want tomorrow, or today for that matter to go by without acknowledging how much more work there is to do. 

“I always knew that deep down in every human heart, there was mercy and generosity. No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite. “ -Nelson Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom.

"An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity."
-MLK Jr. 

"While my time here has now come to an end, I want you to know that in the last days and hours of my life you inspired me. You filled me with hope about the next chapter of the great American story when you used your power to make a difference in our society. Millions of people motivated simply by human compassion laid down the burdens of division. Around the country and the world you set aside race, class, age, language and nationality to demand respect for human dignity.

That is why I had to visit Black Lives Matter Plaza in Washington, though I was admitted to the hospital the following day. I just had to see and feel it for myself that, after many years of silent witness, the truth is still marching on.

Emmett Till was my George Floyd. He was my Rayshard Brooks, Sandra Bland and Breonna Taylor. He was 14 when he was killed, and I was only 15 years old at the time. I will never ever forget the moment when it became so clear that he could easily have been me. In those days, fear constrained us like an imaginary prison, and troubling thoughts of potential brutality committed for no understandable reason were the bars.

Though I was surrounded by two loving parents, plenty of brothers, sisters and cousins, their love could not protect me from the unholy oppression waiting just outside that family circle. Unchecked, unrestrained violence and government-sanctioned terror had the power to turn a simple stroll to the store for some Skittles or an innocent morning jog down a lonesome country road into a nightmare. If we are to survive as one unified nation, we must discover what so readily takes root in our hearts that could rob Mother Emanuel Church in South Carolina of her brightest and best, shoot unwitting concertgoers in Las Vegas and choke to death the hopes and dreams of a gifted violinist like Elijah McClain.

Like so many young people today, I was searching for a way out, or some might say a way in, and then I heard the voice of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. on an old radio. He was talking about the philosophy and discipline of nonviolence. He said we are all complicit when we tolerate injustice. He said it is not enough to say it will get better by and by. He said each of us has a moral obligation to stand up, speak up and speak out. When you see something that is not right, you must say something. You must do something. Democracy is not a state. It is an act, and each generation must do its part to help build what we called the Beloved Community, a nation and world society at peace with itself.

Ordinary people with extraordinary vision can redeem the soul of America by getting in what I call good trouble, necessary trouble. Voting and participating in the democratic process are key. The vote is the most powerful nonviolent change agent you have in a democratic society. You must use it because it is not guaranteed. You can lose it.

You must also study and learn the lessons of history because humanity has been involved in this soul-wrenching, existential struggle for a very long time. People on every continent have stood in your shoes, though decades and centuries before you. The truth does not change, and that is why the answers worked out long ago can help you find solutions to the challenges of our time. Continue to build union between movements stretching across the globe because we must put away our willingness to profit from the exploitation of others.

Though I may not be here with you, I urge you to answer the highest calling of your heart and stand up for what you truly believe. In my life I have done all I can to demonstrate that the way of peace, the way of love and nonviolence is the more excellent way. Now it is your turn to let freedom ring.

When historians pick up their pens to write the story of the 21st century, let them say that it was your generation who laid down the heavy burdens of hate at last and that peace finally triumphed over violence, aggression and war. So I say to you, walk with the wind, brothers and sisters, and let the spirit of peace and the power of everlasting love be your guide."
-John Lewis

 "I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear"
-MLK, Jr. 

Song to Listen To: Sunshine by OneRepublic

Book to Read: Wench by Dolen Perkins-Valdez

Recipe to cook: Tomato Sauce with Butter and Onions - Smitten Kitchen

Ingredients:
28 oz whole peeled tomatoes from a can (San Marzano, if you can find them) (I used diced because that is what I had and I think that worked out really well actually. This makes enough to lightly coat the pasta but if you like a lot of sauce, double recipe)
5T unsalted butter (I used 4 but it doesn't matter)
1 medium-sized yellow onion, peeled and halved
salt to taste (I didn't add salt)

Directions:
Put the tomatoes, onion and butter in a heavy saucepan (it fit just right in a 3-quart) over medium heat.  Bring the sauce to a simmer then lower the heat to keep the sauce at a slow, steady simmer for about 45 minutes, or until droplets of fat float free of the tomatoes (this didn't happen for me). Stir occasionally, crushing the tomatoes against the pot with a wooden spoon (I didn't do this because I used diced). Remove from heat, discard the onion, add salt to taste and keep warm while you prepare your pasta.  She says to serve with spaghetti, with or without grated parmesan cheese to pass. (We always use cheese!!)

I will say the flavor of the stewed onion added a lot to the sauce. The other recipe I had used was to sauté onion in olive oil and then add whole tomatoes (hand crushed in a bowl), simmer for 20 minutes and add 2T of butter at the end. I think both ways are good, depending on whether you want to have sautéed onion in the sauce or just the gentle flavor from cooking it. Either way, 3 ingredients and you are done....


Choose kindness. Every gesture counts. Love and peace.  

Tuesday, January 11, 2022

Bueller?

 

I just read a bunch of my blog posts and of course I recognize I have common themes. Sometimes, I worry that what I write is repetitive. Too repetitive. That is the critic in me - the all too vocal critic in my mind. Ok... so let me look at this differently. Maybe I am actually trying to comfort or remind myself of what I am seeking or needing in life. 

See, when I write, I focus. I focus on the matter at hand. I am in the present and I am introspective. I am not on my phone. I am not putting a wall up between me and the world. I am here. Just being. I definitely write to connect with people and with myself. Lately I am processing by writing instead of by talking which has been how I have processed emotions and feelings in the past. Of course I see the irony in that I am typing this on a computer, and will share this blog on social media and e-mail. 

And as much as I want to not care, I would be lying if I didn't look at how many people read what I have written. And when I have some posts that get more views, what does that mean? Why do I even look at the statistics? For validation? Lately I find I am searching for the real me, especially after years of taking care of everyone else BUT me. Yet, I still seek validation. Do I look at statistics also to find connection and also proof of connection? 

Connection. 

Currently I have more time on my hands than I would like. I have been even more in my head than normal. I seek escapes through walks, music, cooking, going to movies...alone. (Times I will appreciate likely later when I am back to a full-time working routine.) I want to be by myself  and self-reliant - to find and nurture my independence. Then all of a sudden I will reach out for connection (yes, this does not make me easy to live with at the moment (or ever) and for that I am truly sorry). I am battling with myself. Those battles are hard but out of them comes growth. 

I am someone who has always sought personal connection. My mom would worry because I would make friends everywhere I went as a child. Adults, children, didn't matter. I would go to the bathroom and walk out talking to someone! I always wanted connection as a younger person and it is why I acted or sang or played field hockey in high school, why I joined a sorority in college, why I found true happiness when I found my community after college in Washington, D.C. and later in Massachusetts. When Covid started and we were all working remotely, I struggled without the personal connection in the office. Getting used to Zoom or Microsoft Teams took a minute. Then, I adjusted and found the connection in those moments too.

You see, connection is what I yearn for most in the world yet have at times struggled finding (or keeping). Finding my space in the world has always been a journey. Connection is what allows me to thrive. When I feel connected, I feel content. I am self-aware to know that this can be overwhelming to others at times. I am also self-aware to know that I struggle to find connection with myself first and to allow myself a deeper connection with those closest to me. I feel things deeply. I am self-aware that I have a fair amount of excess energy without many places to go with it, instead of channeling it into productive, neat piles. But, this is what makes me, well, me. 

In order to have connection, walls need to be down. Space needs to be found. Breathing needs to be deeper. Fear needs to be overcome. Feelings need to be felt. Distractions need to placed to the side. Phones needs to be turned off (biggest self-induced obstacle in my life).


Connection. I think about my life-long dreams - acting, opening a yoga studio or a cafe. Active, one on one interaction with people but with an element of independence. It is likely why I fell into Human Resources, why I go back to it time and again, in short, why I have stayed in the field for so many years, even though it is not likely my life's calling. Music or watching tv or a movie can accomplish something similar-it stirs up emotions, gets me lost in another world, connects me to myself or to the people I am watching with - shared experience. It is why acting is so appealing - getting lost and researching a character, being part of an ensemble, learning, discovering and portraying someone that others could connect with as well. 

I remember watching "So you can think you can dance" with my kids. I always felt it was so important for them because they would learn that the most striking performances were the  ones when the dancer danced with heart, really connected to the music. For me my favorite moments of parenthood are when I see my kids connecting with what they are doing - reading a book that they can't put down, playing a sport so hard that they leave themselves on the field. Connection. 

New Year's Day, Taylor Swift

There's glitter on the floor after the party
Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby
Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor
You and me from the night before, but
Don't read the last page
But I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared, and you're turning away
I want your midnights
But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day
You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi
I can tell that it's gonna be a long road
I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe
Or if you strike out and you're crawling home
Don't read the last page
But I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes
I want your midnights
But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day
Hold on to the memories
They will hold on to you
Hold on to the memories
They will hold on to you
Hold on to the memories
They will hold on to you
And I will hold on to you
Please don't ever become a stranger
Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere
Please don't ever become a stranger
Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere
There's glitter on the floor after the party
Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby
Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor
You and me, forevermore
Don't read the last page
But I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes
I want your midnights
But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day
Hold on to the memories
They will hold on to you
Hold on to the memories
They will hold on to you
Hold on to the memories
They will hold on to you
And I will hold on to you
Please don't ever become a stranger (hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you)
Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere (hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you)
Please don't ever become a stranger (hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you)
Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere (I will hold on to you)
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Swift Taylor / Antonoff Jack
New Year’s Day lyrics © Sony/atv Songs Llc, Taylor Swift Music, Ducky Donath Music, Songs Of Universal Inc.
Book to read: Intimacies: A novel by Katie Kitamura
Song to listen: This is the Life, Amy Macdonald
Meal to cook: Brown Butter Lentil and Sweet Potato Salad (This has become a go to in our family). Quick, easy, savory and filling. 
Choose kindness. Every gesture counts. Love and peace. 

Thursday, January 6, 2022

Do you still write when you aren't sure of what it is you want to say? Perche No?

 


There are times when I sit to write and the words fall out of me. I almost can't keep up with my brain and heart because so many emotions are fighting to come out first. To get themselves onto the page. To be released. I am almost shaking.

Then there are times when I really want to write. I want to feel something tangible, easily describable. I want that release. I want to express what I am feeling inside but the words don't flow. I am not sure how or what I am feeling so it feels like I am staring at the road before me, unsure what I am seeing. 

Do I still write? 

Even if I am not sure I have anything to say? 

I started this blog in 2014 at the encouragement and empowerment of a dear friend. It was a cooking blog mostly. I felt odd just writing recipes so I added some life observations and a favorite song. I also felt (and still feel) that when I cook, I am in the moment. I find the space to be present because I am creating something. Building. My goal, as I have often said, is that each day I look for that one moment, whether it is 5 seconds or 5 minutes or an hour, where I can stand in the present, in the now, just be. Finding that one simple pause. Sometimes it doesn't happen every day. Sometimes it can feel like weeks pass me by. 

Find the space. Move your shoulder blades, stretch your back. Breathe extra deeply. Search for that space. It is there, waiting to be found. 

When I stop and reflect that 7 years has passed, it stops me. Halts me even. I think about how much this blog has changed since that first post. I think about why I wrote then and why I write now. I never considered (and still don't) myself a great cook. There are far many more talented cooks that I know (and can name right here, right now-you know who you are (smile)). The fact is that there are many things that I don't cook or bake because I am intimidated or scared to do so. I made my first over-easy egg the other day. Yes... really! And, yes... I broke the yolk! Rookie mistake.

The same goes for writing. I don't consider myself a writer, certainly not a talented or trained writer. Again, I am fortunate to know some incredible writers (you know who you are (smile)). To the few people who read this blog or see social media, they see one, maybe two sides, of me. They see a person who wears her emotions, or seemingly does. When I write or post, I do try to tap into the multiple dimensions to life. I am tapping, albeit the surface, into the other layers that lay within. Underneath. 

I am at an interesting crossroads in my life. I am 51. I am job hunting, yearning for the challenge and a team. Yearning to learn. I am searching for my passion. I am on the cusp of life as an empty nester. I am caring for my parents while still parenting my own children. So, when I sit down to write, sometimes the words flow and sometimes they don't. Do I still write? I don't know. Today I did and it felt good.  

Tiny tidbit - Perche No is the best name of a place to buy gelato in Florence......Why not? 

Song to listen to: New Years Day, Taylor Swift

Book to read: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (start the adventure from the beginning)

Meal to cook: Thai Beef with Chiles Over Coconut Rice (man I need to update my menu index.....)

Choose Kindness. Every gesture counts. Love and peace. 


Sunday, December 26, 2021

The best (and not the best) kind of spontaneity. Merry Covid Christmas!

 


The best kind of spontaneity. 

It is 3 p.m. on a winter Friday in Washington, D.C. I call my boyfriend, Kelley, from work where I am an Assistant Account Executive at a small PR firm. My first job adulting after graduating from college. I am on my own, on a very limited budget (example: I eat a turkey sandwich every single day for lunch for one year), but honestly I am living my happiest life as a new college graduate. I definitely am the person who hit their stride AFTER my formal education ended. Anyway, back to dialing Kelley up at his think tank job on the office phone. 

I am bouncing around animatedly in my chair slightly (maybe not so slightly). I excitedly ask Kelley if he wants to drive as far south as we can in one night. I am smiling and thinking this is just the best idea in the entire world. I explain that all I want to see is a sunrise and a palm tree.

He says of course we can.....YEAH! He says let's find a weekend in a couple of months to plan it out and go..........Now I am really enthusiastic because he doesn't understand what I am asking him. I explain that we wouldn't go in a couple of months - we would go....that night! Perfect, right? 

So, I ask again - how would you like to drive as far south as we can in one night, tonight? His answer? A very lukewarm......maybe? He replies that we should "think" about it and "see" how things progress over the next couple of hours at work for the both of us. I hang up the phone, a little less enthusiastic, with reality settling in a bit. 

I continue my work day. 

Less than an hour later, my phone rings. 

At 7:30 p.m., we pack our small bags, some cassette tapes, a camera, a few snacks and hit the road in my white 1987 Plymouth Colt hatchback. A car I would own until I donate it to the Salvation Army in 2001. At 3 a.m. we realize that my car needs 3 quarts of oil. That's right....3 quarts. At 5 a.m. I cross one goal off the list - I see my palm tree. You see the palm tree is THE symbol of vacation, of relaxation, of seizing the day! It was THE POINT (well one of two) of this outing.  At 7 a.m. I realize that it is cloudy, a bit rainy and alas, there is not a sunrise to be had. I have done the majority of the driving but Kelley has taken a 2-3 hour shift in the dead of night to allow me some rest. At 7:30 a.m. we cross the border into Florida. 7:30 (am or pm) seems to be the time of the trip. 

Now what? We have driven 12 hours and it is Saturday morning, cloudy and misting. Do we turn around and drive home? That doesn't seem right. We start thinking and we start seeing more and more signs. Disney World is ONLY 4 more hours - let's go there!!! But first, let's call some friends and family from the pay phone to alert them where we are. Once that is done, we formulate a plan. We get a cheap hotel, take the shuttle to Disney and spend the day on the rides. It is not crowded due to the time of year and the weather so we enjoy the day. We have officially been awake for over 26 hours and we finally crash. 

The next morning is a beautiful day and we are ready for the trek home. We stop in Savannah, Georgia for an amazing crepe lunch outside in a beautiful square. We arrive home to D.C. around 7:30 p.m. and go to work normally on Monday. A fantastic weekend! 

Not the best kind of spontaneity.

Kelley, my two daughters and I travel to Boston for our planned Christmas holiday this year. In the new world in which we live, we take our Covid tests the night prior to our departure - all negative - and we are on our way. Our first flight is canceled so we are arriving a bit later than anticipated on Christmas Eve. We feel the crisp air as we depart Logan. We easily find Papa waiting for us and excitedly see a dusting of snow upon leaving the city. We run into my brother and sister in law's house with open arms. Hugs abound, a few emotional moments of reunion, laughter ensues, crack artichoke dip, wine and a phenomenal dinner around a beautiful table. Family at its finest. 

Christmas morning, 6:30 a.m. Sage comes into our room and explains she has just gotten sick, has a sore throat and is feeling miserable. She is definitely warm to the touch. She climbs into bed. Kelley and I look at each other and say - well she tested negative and this is what typically occurs for Sagey. She runs herself down, gets a sore throat and a very short-lived fever. The sore throat turns into a cold and no one in the rest of the family gets sick. BUT.......new times, new protocols. We test her once. Positive. We test her again. Positive. Whoa - OK. Time for Plan B. 

Rent a car, Papa and Kel go pick up said car and throw everything back in our bags as quickly as we possibly can. Jojo quickly assembles turkey gobbler sandwiches for the road. 

We depart around 3-3:15 p.m. I take first shift with much needed caffeine. The shift lasts 10 hours. Of course we begin in Massachusetts. Connecticut-check, Stop at gas station for obligatory junk food-check. New York-check. We go over the George Washington Bridge and a quick glimpse into the City which is always a highlight for me - a happy place for me. New Jersey-check. Delaware-check. Maryland-check. Skirt around D.C.-check. Virginia-check. A quick 2 hour break for me and back in the driver seat for North and South Carolina, and finally Georgia. We are timely in giving Sage medicine to treat symptoms and to make her a bit more comfortable. She is feeling miserable. 

We begin to see palm trees in South Carolina. This time though the sky is clear and we see the sunrise just beginning to hit the sky. Pinks, purples, oranges. Beautiful. Once again, at 7:30 a.m. we arrive home. 17 hours. Close to 1000 miles. Home. 

Two different trips. Two forms of spontaneity. Two reasons for the spontaneity. Still, spontaneity. 

Music to put on: South London Forever by Florence + the Machine

Book to read: The People We Keep by Allison Larkin

Recipe to cook: Artichoke Dip aka CRACK

Choose kindness. Every gesture counts. Peace and love. 

Friday, December 24, 2021

Magic in the nuances.

 

“I'm not telling you to make the world better, because I don't think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I'm just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave's a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that's what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it.”

― Joan Didion

This is a quote worth reading again. 

“I'm not telling you to make the world better, because I don't think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I'm just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave's a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that's what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it.”
― Joan Didion

The world is changing. Yes, the world is always changing, but there is a new awareness. Not just an awareness but there is action as well. Sometimes the action is quiet and sometimes the action is loud. The world needs action. From us. For us. I am feeling hopeful that the world is realizing that kindness, understanding, and movement towards action, is a cure for so much that ails us on this earth and within. Small action, grand action. Just action. Understanding our own racial, religious, gender, etc. biases. Understanding that the system is and has been inherently flawed and accepting that. Realizing those truths don't make us weak but strong. Realizing those truths doesn't make us divided but connected. Realizing that meeting these truths does not include being defensive but rather includes an open mind.  Understanding that we can actively appreciate, be inherently different in our experiences, our roles are gray and not defined by gender or race, and yet still be one world.  Magic can be found in the nuances.


I recently saw Don't Look Up in the theatre. I have been watching a lot of movies lately. It has truly been an escape for me that I have appreciated in a time when I am ebbing and flowing with thought. I am in the dark theatre, getting lost in a story and characters, the soundtrack, the moment. 

Don't Look Up is a satire about being so distracted and so disengaged with the world that its citizens won't even look up to see impending doom. Don't Look Up is about looking for individual gain instead of working together or caring about the end of the planet. Don't Look Up is about cherishing each moment and living actively in the world.  Don't Look Up is about not looking how we as individual citizens fit into the greater world and society. To go back to a previous post, be a friend to the whole human race. 

Music has always been an outlet for me. Even more so, it has become a form of therapy. When I was working (still feels so strange and sad to say that), I would take a 30 minute lunch and I would walk. I would walk downtown in Augusta. I would bring my air pods and I would truly escape into the music. I would play the same songs on repeat - I even have a playlist named repeat! - and I would just walk. I wasn't walking for exercise though it was. I wasn't walking for stress relief, though it was. I wasn't walking to get somewhere, though I did. I wanted to create foot traffic in our downtown, even if I was fairly alone in that foot traffic. I wanted to experience the potential of the city and I wanted to find the diamonds that are there waiting to be found. I wanted space and I found it, in the music and the pace. Music makes me feel, which makes me alive.

Is it a contradiction to discuss the necessity of finding space within (through breathing, music, watching a film) while also needing to be present in the moment and an active part of the world in which we live?  I find comfort in the paradox. One leads to the other perhaps and once we become more engaged, we begin taking action and finally, all are able to look up at the same sky, with similar goals. 


Music to put on:
Run (Taylor's version) by Taylor Swift

Book to read: Find me by Andre Aciman

Dish to Cook: Fresh Spaghetti with Tomato Sauce and Burrata 

Love and peace. 

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