Sisters

These are my “little sisters”.  While most small children were asking Santa Clause for ponies, barbies, and ant farms, I was asking Santa to please bring me a sister.  And at the age of five, my wish came true.  Born the day after Christmas was my first sister Nicola.  Three years later, Antonia joined our family too.    While I missed out on some of the early years of mischief, and at times was the target for their mischief, these two women will forever be my cornerstone.   They spied on my first kisses, they read my diary, they killed my fish, they were present at both births of my children, and they’ve been with me through this past year of divorce.   Continue reading

Pantry: Nourishing Bone Broth

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Bone broth is like the SUPERHERO of winter foods.   “What makes bone broth so special?” you ask.  “Isn’t stock, broth, bone broth all the same?”  NO!  Let me tell you why…  A TRUE bone broth can be simmered up to 48 hours.    During this time the bones and marrow are cooked down, releasing collagens (gelatin rich in amino acids),  minerals (calcium and phosphorus), electrolytes (magnesium, sodium and potassium),  and proteins.

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Life is Peachy.

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Summer is only complete when I’ve had sufficient quantities of corn on the cob, watermelon, berry crumble, and peaches. (This is only my edible list…and really, it has a few more items than listed, like endless amounts of blackberries freshly picked and directly consumed.)  Last summer went by and I realized I had missed farm-stand peaches.  Sure I could still purchase peaches at the local co-op, but the peaches you buy direct from the farmer at the side of the road, those are true summer peaches.  They include more than just peachy-flavor, they include experience and connection. Continue reading

Play to Sleep

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We’ve been traveling alot lately.  First we went to Eugene to visit family and escape the horrific smoke that filled our valley from all the wildfires.  We returned to find the smoke was still bad, so we rented a house on the Oregon Coast with some friends for a week.  Home for just a few days before we were off to New York to visit family and exhibit at the NY Now tradeshow in the city.  We are again home for a week before the annual Mete Family adventure to Sunriver.

No matter where we are though, home or traveling, one thing always stands consistent.  Continue reading

My Garden. My Soul.

photo(6) As a little girl in Southern California, my parents each year would help me plant my own patch of cherry tomatoes and strawberries.   My biggest childhood memories, though, are from exploring magical lands (aka grandparents’ gardens).

In England, Granddad had two gardens.  A smaller garden, tucked behind the shed, overflowed with cabbages, greens, and beautiful flowers.  His bigger garden,”the plot”, he would bike to.  He’d return before meal time smelling like a musty garden gnome and Nana would prepare an overflowing plate of vegetables with a side of meat for dinner (the midday meal).  Granddad never invited me to garden with him.  I simply explored by myself and enjoyed the harvest through Nana’s simple cooking. Continue reading

Pantry :: Homemade Granola

Banana Blueberry Coconut Granola {Gluten-Free + Vegan}Anyone who knows me, knows my love for cooking.  I have so many memories from childhood of cooking with my grandparents and friends.  I actually started taking cooking classes when I was in first grade.   A women down the street from us would charge all the neighborhood kids 50 cents each to learn a special recipe.  We would all gather together, a children’s parade, and walk to her house together.  No adult supervision, just a mob of kids each with two quarters in her (and his) pocket to learn such things as cupcakes in ice cream cones and quesadillas.  They were simple, fun recipes, but enough to ignite an interest that would last into my adulthood. Continue reading

Birthing Alex

First Day TogetherOne can never fully understand the beauty of the female body, until one has experienced child birth.  Unfortunately this means that men will never have a full understanding, as they can only witness the miracle rather than experience the journey. And one must experience the journey…the fear, the joy, the trust of things known and unknown, the power, the raw moment of letting go.

My favorite quote by midwife (and friend) Veege Ruediger, during Alex’s birth was “Strong is good.” Continue reading