The Joy Of Summer!
Wonderful summer – with long days and endless possibilities. As a child, my fondest summer memories include riding my bike with the neighborhood kids, afternoons at the pool, catching fireflies and road trips to grandma’s house, which only three hours away seemed like an eternity and always sparked carsickness. My summer days unfolded with no structured plans and lots of opportunities to play, explore and create. As a kid, summer was a time of little structure. It was a time to let my imagination go wild, discover the world around me, get dirty and stay up later. It was a season of growth. Like Henry James, a 19th century writer, said, (more…)
Sugar: The large role it plays in our food supply.
Sugar is on my mind. Perhaps it is because San Francisco recently passed a new law stating that a health warning must be placed on all billboards in the city advertising sugar ladened foods and beverages, similar to the surgeon general’s warning placed on tobacco products. Or perhaps it is on my mind because we just returned from a trip to Disney World. (more…)
The baby harbor seal inched its way ever so slowly away from the water and higher up on the beach. It appeared slightly more than a foot long with a small softball sized head, protruding ribs and not yet with any blubber characteristic of a harbor seal. We stood still, anxiously watching the large incoming wave. CRASH! The wave broke, and the baby disappeared. We held our breath. Mama seal frantically tried to locate her baby as her cries echoed along the shore. (more…)
One afternoon last year, I found myself on the hardwood floor with my then 4 year old daughter, surrounded by markers, crayons, scissors and a large paper tree we had just cut out of butcher paper. It was a spontaneous project prompted by a book we had just read. A friend walked by our open door and before we finished our “hellos” he was on the floor too, with a marker in hand, designing a flower that was going on the wall next to our five foot tall tree. Our friend was 72 years old. (more…)
My daughter came home from school and announced that her teacher calls me a “Master Sewer”. Wow! I was definitely surprised at this title as I don’t even own a sewing machine. Although I could fiddle my way around a sewing machine, I have no idea how to thread a bobbin or when to change stitches. (more…)