Month: January 2014

I Know What It Is Like to Cry

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I know what it is like to cry.  I know what it is like to have a good ugly Claire Danes style snotfest watching The Notebook on a mid afternoon flight.  I know what it is like to cry quiet disappointed tears, curled in the fetal position with my head in my husband’s lap.  I know what it is like to cry tears of joy greeting my mom at the airport.   I know what it is like to cry from laughing so hard with a girlfriend that we forget to breathe.  I know what it is like to cry after saying good bye to a loved one for the last time. I know what it is like to cry sympathetic tears for someone unable to cry on his own.   I am quite the crier.  I think it comes with the territory when you love big, you just feel many emotions in a very big way too. And now, after Friday night, I know what it is like to cry from being overwhelmingly thankful. I …

It’s Tough Not Being "Off the Cuff"

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I have been sitting with my drafts since Friday, tweaking tinkering, playing.  I am reading about how different creatives use their time.  How disciplined they are, the structure to their days and how it makes way for them to be more creatively free… I am considering posting my topics on schedule.  It does make sense to sit down and exercise discipline.   I must give more energy to these little ideas that flit in and out of my head.  This is my current process:  I am jotting notes down in my 3″x5″ polka dot notebook that I keep in my bag.  I write things down while I talk on the phone if a conversation gets interesting and gives me a starting point for a new topic.  I am keeping a journal in the living room, one in the drawer of my nightstand, one in my bathroom, and one in the second room.  I am using the recording device on Evernote during my daily commute so as not to interrupt the pace of my walk and …

Bold. Brilliant. Beautiful… Me?

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Several weeks ago I decided to answer a call to action of sorts.  This is a big deal.  A huge deal.  A commitment to myself to be “Bold. Brilliant. Beautiful. You.”  in hopes of becoming more of who I am and inspiring others to do the same.  Here’s the thing… on this blog, I am totally real.  I am who I am and I am proud of that.  But… but ….   while I am who I am, I also am very guarded.  I am still very private about some things, while quite candid about others.  In deciding what to do with this blog starting in 2014, for months I have been determining whether or not I want to bridge my real life with my blog life.  There are still a ton of people in my life who have no idea I do this.  It’s not a secret shame.  It’s just a secret.  I just have a hard time feeling legitimate, and I know it’s all on me.  It is amazing every time I hear words of encouragement …

Cookies Make Me Happy

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From the time I started eating solids as a baby up until the summer of 2013, I am certain my body composition had been at least 50% baked goods, primarily cookies.   Weaning myself off of these indulgent, starchy, buttery and gluten dense treats was no easy task, I assure you.  It’s kind of like Picasso’s Blue Period…  a very melancholic time for this gal.  But no fear, as there are bakers in the Bay Area who make some amazing BP friendly goodies (hooray for Flour Chylde and Mariposa Baking!).   I do however, still need to have some recipes in the old brain that I can whip up myself or to cook with kids.   The quickest and easier foray I have had into the homemade gf & df cookie world is a recipe I found at The Voluptuous Vegetarian over two years ago and adapted with permission from the VV herself, Stacey,  for Classic Play readers. To get the scoop on why they make me happy and how to make them yourself, please …

Dropping the ball

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Good old fashioned fun.  Happy New Year!  Photo credit.  The New Year.  It is at once the last night and the first morning in the year that we all care about.  Be it in your pjs or party dress, everyone goes into the evening with a firm decision about how he or she wants to spend it.   Whether you love NYE or hate it, I know we all have feelings about how we rang in 2014.  In classic husband fashion, Boyfriend wanted to stay in, while I wanted to go out.  Contessa was in town, but instead of cooking it up for friends, the plan was to have an easy but festive New Year’s shindig in her gracious home, similar to the one I missed last New Year when Boyfriend/ Husband (I alternate between calling him both, depending on mood/ circumstance) convinced me last minute that we should stay in.  Though he and I shared a memorable farewell dinner to 2012 trying to digest my failed attempt at Working Class Foodies’ Bo Ssam, I really …