Dear Dad, I miss your pizzas
Dear Dad, I miss your pizzas. The white one, that had splashes of olive oil and oregano on the puffy dough, a snow-fall of skinny onion slivers, and a salty top. The eggplant one, with a deep red homemade sauce,…
I Miss You Dear Dad
I believe the phrase “a zest for life” was invented the day my dad was born. He had such a passion and interest in everything around him…and it wasn’t just some days, it was really every day. I found it infectious and…
For the Love of a Mother
My first love was long before I drew breaths of air and felt sunshine kiss my cheeks. It was in the womb of my mother, where I listened to her heart beating from the inside, and she was my infinite universe. When…
Where I am Rooted
It seems whenever I look forward, I feel the urge to look back as well…to confirm how I am rooted and what matters most. For me, another year has ended, and another Life List was completed. This one was short, but deeply…
The Day He Stopped Talking
I was 46 when my dad stopped talking. I know the exact day, because I went to my first game at Wrigley field and was soaking in the glow of a Cubs win when I called home. After my mom gave the…
Joy vs. Happiness
When I was a child, I knew when I grew up I wanted to be a mom and to write a children’s picture book. I loved nurturing those around me and the magical way I felt when I immersed myself…
“Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food”. – Hippocrates
Ten years ago I took twelve pills a day for an autoimmune disorder, specifically Crohn’s disease. I had been on the same medication for seven-teen years, with frequent checks on my liver (the prescription had known toxicity, which was closely…
