Shirking My Health Responsibilities

Last month, after at least a year of being too exhausted for normal life, I finally found a naturopath in my small Louisiana city. I won’t go into all the reasons I don’t trust doctors, but let’s just say instead of the normal 5 minutes (maybe) with an MD, I spent nearly 3 hours with…

Tea and Toast

Sometimes all you need to bring sunshine to a gloomy Sunday is strong tea and a rustic buttered and jammed piece of toast.

France, Ciggies, Living and Fidelma Cook

The question “what do I want to be when I grow up” often comes to my mind. As a freelancer, nothing is certain. Though, these days, that can be said for most any job, freelance or permanent, or for most anything in life. I have gotten lazy these past few years as flexible work-from-home writing…

Leftover Turkey = Gumbo!

In case you’re worried about what to do with all that leftover holiday turkey – a person can only eat so many leftovers or turkey-cranberry-stuffing sandwiches – click over to this recipe for Leftover Holiday Turkey Gumbo from The Gumbo Pages. Now that I’ve made it many a time, I no longer need a recipe. But…

Midget Momma’s Whoville Cookies

When I can’t be around, Nana’s neighbors keep an eye out, checking from time to time to make sure she’s ok. I am not a fan of the town she lives in, but that’s where she wants to be, and at least she has decent people around her. This year, she wanted to give them…

Beauty in (Any)Everything

Even when certain things in life make no sense at all, I want to see the beauty in those precious comforts I am so thankful for. The present moment. Sweet and juicy local satsumas, grapefruits and oranges; a frothy ‘good luck’ latté from Stumptown in New Orleans; savory caramelized fennel with goat cheese and a…

Gettin’ Back to My Roots

I don’t know if it’s the change in weather, the holiday season or the realization that human beings are in a state of unrest that conjures up memories of my childhood. Maybe it’s a combination of all of the above. There’s also the possibility that recently meeting new people has forced me to talk about…

No Rhyme or Reason

Sometimes there is no rhyme or reason for why we do the things we do. We just do them, naturally, without a thought. Oftentimes leaping into the unknown is a crazy thing, but then there are those times when it can end up being a revelation full of discovery and renewal. I’m thinking of several…

Learning Lessons in Iceland

There are several reasons why my latest trip didn’t turn out as I expected. Due to a pile of stressors at home, and the need, the necessity, to be kind to myself, I’d hoped for a relaxing trip, a breather. But I think that everything had already gotten the better of me, more than I’d realized….

Fear and Loving while in New Orleans

I hemmed and hawed this morning over whether I should take a swim and lay out before heading over to New Orleans. There are worse problems, right? Well I shut my brain off and did it anyway. The swim was nice, but I can never stay in for too long. It really is that initial…