Monthly Archives: August 2009

Every once in awhile I get the opportunity to do some nutrition consulting and I find myself loving every moment of the ordeal, and having a hard time charging the going rate for my services. It just doesn’t feel like … Continue reading →

The most gentle alarm sounds become anxiety provoking after just a few days of being subjected to the snooze ritual. At 4:45 am, when the gentle strumming of the harp function buzzed from the bedside table, my heart lurched into … Continue reading →

One by one crack three farm fresh eggs (you want them to be fresh and local if possible, so that the shells are thick) and toss the yolks from shell to shell allowing the whites to discard themselves into a … Continue reading →

Moment to moment, stroke by stroke, our lives are painted. Everywhere I go, when I feel clear enough to listen, when not tormented by some past obsession or some future plan, whispers of opportunity roll in and out. With windy … Continue reading →

At 8 am this morning Christina nervously over filled four bowls with cat food and 3 bowls with water. I stood at the door with a bag on each shoulder and a can of sparkling water in my hands “cmmmon … Continue reading →

Cigarette smoke bleeds through the walls of our apartment, it is an unwanted offering from our neighbors next door and it hovers and turns stale as a delivered tuna casserole. Welcome to the neighborhood. The familiar aroma, differs somewhat from … Continue reading →

The world is full of choices and yet I seem to settle into some paths easier than others, directed as pinched salt sprinkled by the fingers of fate. The egg and potato sandwich I ate for lunch today had no … Continue reading →

The rain peppered my windshield with glass stones. The world in the streets had turned into a color strip of variations, a swatch of darkened asphalt grey buildings and silver sky. I was driving through an industrial park, to see … Continue reading →

I stir my coffee slowly and methodically because I am aware that I am being watched. Were I alone I would pour the cream in and allow it to mix naturally with the coffee. I would watch the tiny globules … Continue reading →

This project is now complete. I have begun a new blog, called “Leafy Reader”. Leafy reader is a collection of short stories inspired by love and produce. I hope you will visit my site and join me in my journey … Continue reading →