When our 3 children were young one of the things my husband Steve and I enjoyed doing most was reading to them each night. While their individual preferences and varied attention spans required that we read to each of them separately, one of their favorite books was The Carrot Seed written by Ruth Krauss in 1945. Continue reading
As you begin the parenting journey you often find yourself unprepared for your job as a mother. However, anyone who has been down the path knows, with a little patience and a lot of faith, answers are revealed to you in time. And while most mothers secretly dream about “taking the hall pass,” few ever do. Continue reading
If you’ve been following my story, you’ll remember that last June for my 50th birthday, I
wanted to challenge myself by doing something I’ve never done before and start to chip away at my bucket list… so I talked my family into hiking the Inca Trail.
When I started to write this post I intended to share reflections of my first Spring in Atlanta – the beauty and surprise I felt with the incredible variety of Spring Flowers growing in my new front yard.
When I first ventured into slow cooking I spent years cooking meals you expect from a slow cooker – beef stew, soup, chili… Continue reading
Last July I celebrated my 50th birthday with a trip to Peru. In addition to hiking the Inca Trail I used the trip as a research mission, to gather spice and recipe inspiration for our Zen of Slow Cooking venture.
In yoga your Drishti is your focal point when doing balancing exercises. I remember searching for an object I could focus on – a spot on the wall, another yogini’s water bottle, anything that was stationary and fixed. It rarely worked and I was continually falling over.
When I was a child my mother enjoyed creating a beautiful table – candles, cloth napkins, napkin holders, music – you get the picture. She also put her sterling silver to frequent
use. She didn’t do it because it was “fancy”, but because she felt that the right setting and tone, plus good food, created an experience far different than simply good food. I believe she was right. The ambience of her meals was far from “fast food”. We had a tendency to settle in more, talk more, linger more, take the meal more seriously. It was an event, not just a re-fueling.