simplicity and the one-pot philosophy

my grandmother taught me the power of one-pot. as a homemaker and working mother she was committed to make sure that her family ate well each and everyday. to this end she designed the one-pot system. at breakfast she planned her pot. she might cut up vegetables or send someone to the store to pick…

Only Fools Scream I Love You at the Sun

“My one regret,” she came there with the intention to confess. There were so many things she could have said. So many transgressions committed in life filled with the avoidance of responsibility. He wondered if perhaps she would finally cop to the ten thousand dollars that went missing after their mother died. Or if maybe…

where romance meets commitment

i have a tendency to treat my jobs like lovers in the beginning i am so mad about them so committed i leave favored books on the coffee table and call just to see how everything is going i miss them when i am away and make sure that they have all my emergency numbers…

life without credit…there are worst things

here’s the thing i’m an american. i’m an american without a usable credit card. and to be honest i’m beginning to wonder if maybe that makes me less of an american than the american i was before when i was the proud carrier of multiple low interest high privilege cards of credit. i’m inconvenienced. alot….

the day love walked in and i almost didn’t recognize it

the other day a couple came into my office to speak with me about concerns they have for their child. its a normal occurrence for me, my job is to support parents with concerns about their children. but this meeting was different. i am a diagnostician. i assess situations problems. i assess and in my…

consumerism and stewardship: can they really co-exist?

an ethic that embodies responsible planning and management of resources, stewardship. i have stuff. lots and lots of stuff. i have so much stuff that my house at time fills overstuffed with stuff. i shift stuff from closet to closet. i invent cubby spaces to house table overflow and shake drawers in awkward attempts to…

teenage dream

like pork chops smothered in peppers and gravy i cling to memories of yesterdays long since gone and think on the scent of apple blossoms and rotten pear trees late summer breezes drift through bedroom windows bring a promise of happily ever after full on media driven romance a heart ripe with promise opens little…