Satsuma, Red Onion and Pomegranate Salad

I know I could write this post about our holidays---our first Christmas traveling to both Ohio and Chicago; our first year of giving gifts as a couple; our first Christmas stretching between two families because we are our now our own. I could tell you about all the food we ate---the amazing, high-quality, enjoyable meals of homemade braciole and fork-tender pot roast and filet mignon kabobs. I could tell you, the way I've told Tim, how humbling it is to be outgiven, the way we were by both our families, who generously, thoughtfully gave us with gifts far beyond our needs or expectations. But the truth is, the only thing that keeps coming out when I try to write this post is something much more simple, something much less interesting or profound. It's the thing I can't stop thinking about lately, the reasoning behind purchases and lunches and a fridge stocked with greens: I love salad. I know, I know, this isn't the kind of revelatory factoid you want someone to drop on … [Read more...]

this shell (POM-banana smoothie)

It is the strangest thing to look at the shell of a person, the body without the soul, and to comprehend how someone could be here and then, not here at all. I spent some time thinking about that this last weekend, surrounded by people who were bonded only by the shell we were standing near, the shell of someone who had lived long and with infectious charm. I’m thinking about it now as I type, the fingers of this body punching keys on a keyboard, forming words chosen by my mind, my thoughts, my sense of reason and understanding. Someday, these fingers won’t type, my body will cease to work, the breath of life will be puffed out of me but, what is inside of me---what is most me---that will never die, that will just move somewhere else. I will move somewhere else. Right now, as I’m typing, I’m sitting next to a window, feeling with my body the slight chill of the air outside that leaks through into this room. I can hear the buzzing of someone mowing grass. I can see clouds … [Read more...]

take it with you

At the end of some weeks, what you really need is a pretty pink drink, you know? It's not that this past one hasn't been good---filled with kind people, strangers who felt like friends, unexpected work and unexpected rest---it has. In fact, like I could tell you about most of my life, it's been filled with grace---that which I don't deserve but which finds me, when I need it, when my strength is not enough, sent in the form of family who comes when you need them, people who pray, phone calls with old friends and, candied sweet potatoes from Boston Market late at night. But it's also been a little harder than I'd expected say, Monday afternoon, when I'd jotted down my to-do list of tasks for the night, none of which would end up being accomplished. So, just between us, I'm glad it's Friday again, I'm glad I've cleared my schedule for tomorrow and, you know, I'm glad I have something pretty and pink to hold in my hand. This simple spritzer is a blend of pomegranate and lemon … [Read more...]