Unlearning Adulthood: The Truth About Time Outs

If time outs were redesigned as opportunities to come back to ourselves, to really think about our actions holistically—not as “good” or “bad”, “right”, or “wrong,” but whether our actions really align with who we are as humans, then maybe they’d stick around past adolescence.  If the timeout matured with us into adulthood, we may not fear moments in elevators, being first to the party, last on the yoga mat, alone on train, because time, out, alone would no longer be a symbol of wrongdoing.  A timeout would be sacred.

Breaking Up With Illness, What Life Without Lyme is Really Like

Ten years ago, I was given a life sentence of Chronic Lyme Disease. It was horrifying and a relief all at once. Chronic illness conditions us to a mentality of stasis. What we are now is what we will always be. There is comfort in a reality of stasis. Without fear of the unknown, we can curl up in our little bubble of pills, supplements, brain fog, and heated blankets. It is safe here in the comfort of our distress.

Espillette Sweet Potato Frites

The French have an affinity for many flavors, but spicy isn't one of them.  Eating my way through Southwestern France, I was shocked by the mild flavor of "spicy sausage" made from ground veal and the signature French pepper, espillette.  My central cost California palette was sorely disappointed by the lack of heat, but the flavor of this Basque pepper left me ready for more.  


The Oppression of Thought

I can't hear myself, if I don't have the chance to listen. 

I worry I’m too depressed to write.  Like a writer’s block in the form of a muzzle, straight jacket, and padded helmet, entirely impeding any sort of arrangement of words on a screen, page, Post-It or napkin crumpled in my car console.  When I take the Kaiser mental health quiz, which I highly encourage for any person looking for a laugh and the fastest diagnosis known to the internet, I question my first assessment. Am I too depressed, or are we all too depressed?  Rather than spiral an entire society into a deeper despair than this quiz can diagnose, I wonder if depression isn’t the problem at all?

Turmeric Zucchini Hash

A take on traditional hash, I give you Turm-Zuc Hash.

I'm obsessed with turmeric.  The so yellow it stains all the things in the kitchen cousin of the ginger root, turmeric is herbal gold.  Praised in Ayurvedic medicine, and increasingly in western medicine for its high levels of anti-inflammatory curcumin, turmeric decreases inflammation throughout the body, reduces histamine reaction, and warms the blood.  And if you fry is just right, it crisps up like little potato chips. Yes. You heard me. 

A Guide to Self Love

Humans are born to love, yet fear clouds our rational judgment and convinces us that life is not a series of Hallmark movie moments.

I’m changing my attitude.  I spent years hating Valentine’s Day because I didn’t think I had the energy to love.  Growing up with Lyme, I thought I was too broken to love, and lacked the confidence to love myself.  Now that I’m out of the woods of tick-borne disease, I realize I wasted years afraid love would cause more pain than all the blood draws, injections, and mountains of medical bills.  However, that now sounds crazy.  Humans are born to love, yet fear clouds our rational judgment and convinces us that life is not a series of Hallmark movie moments.  But what if our judgement is wrong?   Looking past the candy hearts and discount bouquets, I want to return to the root of Valentine’s day.  Whether it’s a day spent alone, with a partner, or a group of gals,  Valentine’s day should serve as a reminder that love actually IS all around us (thanks Hugh Grant!).