From Pain to Passion: My Cooking Journey

Dear Friend, What are you passionate about? Lately, I’m passionate about cooking. When I was a child I primarily learned to cook from my sister who wanted to be a chef, and from the Food Network which mainly consisted of home-cooking programs. Back then I didn’t cook often, and it wasn’t something I necessarily didContinue reading “From Pain to Passion: My Cooking Journey”

A Letter on Wedding Dress Shopping

Dear Friend, As the weekend approaches, I’m more and more excited to go wedding dress shopping. No, scratch that, I’m ecstatic. Though I wish the day were here already, I have to admit; there’s something bittersweet about this special occasion. Like many women, I’ve been looking forward to this day my entire life, and IContinue reading “A Letter on Wedding Dress Shopping”

Overcoming Anxious Thoughts

Dear Friend, In the past, I’d avoid using the copy machine if anyone was near it, because I was afraid of an awkward social interaction. I’d avoid making doctor’s appointments because I was afraid to. I’d get physically ill prior to most social outings, whether it was work or something I’ve been looking forward toContinue reading “Overcoming Anxious Thoughts”

The Lady at the Diner

Dear friend, Several years ago my sister and I were eating lunch at our local diner when we couldn’t help overhearing the conversation of the couple in the booth behind us.  They had just come from a Dr’s appointment, and the woman was told that her cancer had come back, and spread to her brain.Continue reading “The Lady at the Diner”

Nanny’s Kitchen

I remember the September sun diffusing through the blinds, casting light upon the table,  where you taught me long division. Four o’clock and it’s set for supper: Forks on the left, knives on the right, two Flinstone vitamins for Evan and Claire. I remember the patio door,  wedged with a wooden pole, removed when youContinue reading “Nanny’s Kitchen”

The Plumcot Tree

Dear Friend, Growing up we had a plumcot tree in our backyard that never bore good fruit. Every summer I’d approach it hoping that this year would finally be the year. Upon finding the fruit shriveled and inedible I’d leave disappointed, assuming there was something wrong with the tree.  It wasn’t until I grew upContinue reading “The Plumcot Tree”