We sat around my in-laws’ dinner table, sipping coffee and sampling my latest baking experiment. The discussion meandered around to the topic of marathoning. My father-in-law, a talented poet, dug out some limericks, penned after several notable races, including his first half-marathon. He comedically recounted the experiences that anyone who has run races knows. Feeling
There were three dishes my Mom made when I was a kid that I loved. Sherry Beef (Beef in a sherry cream sauce over egg noodles), Spinach Fandango (A rice, beef, spinach, cheese casserole monstrosity) and Meat Crust Pie. Thus, today’s inspiration for Mini Meat Crust Pies. “Hey, the 1960s called. They want their recipes
The inspiration to launch this new site came in the month of May. I started working on it in June. I launched it July 4th. The month of June was like a mental roller coaster. There were moments when I felt completely inspired, in the throws of creativity and nervous anticipation. Then suddenly, the tide
I have felt more connected to the people around me since I came out about my alcoholism online and shared my brokenness. The barrier of keeping up appearances has been lifted and I’m free to speak my mind, be myself and carry on as a blessed, intensely loved, child of God. I emphasize the word “child” because, in a sense,
Before getting into the meat of this week’s post, I want to offer a gigantic ‘thank-you’ to everyone. I published the news about my addiction almost one week ago. Since then, I have received hundreds of comment, e-mails and private messages, providing encouragement. Thank you for your grace, compassion and, most of all, love. In
I am always telling people, “I’m not perfect. I mess up all the time.” But, I always sense a bit of skepticism. A silent response that says, “But I see you on Facebook. Your kids are so cute, you’re happily married, you have great parents, you eat tons of fabulous food [insert your perception here]. All
