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The thrill of Alaska starts before the plane lands. Flying into Juneau on a clear day is like having a seat on a large, special access tour bus. As the plane maneuvers over Gastineau channel between islands and peninsulas that look like mounds of submerged forestland, you can scan the shoreline for bears or harbor... Continue Reading →
Diagnosis - Writers Conference Fatigue Contagion - Attending Chuckanut Writers Conference Therapy - Exercise creativity through medium other than writing Chosen therapy - Cook dinner Find ingredients in the house, use creatively. In freezer find main ingredient - Wild boar ravioli (plin) - bought at farmer's market too long ago to remember (< six months... Continue Reading →
I sat at the table watching my grandmother uncover the large pot sitting on the stove. As steam billowed from under the cover, the fragrance of oregano, garlic, onion, tomato, chicken and a hint of white wine, tickled my nose and made my stomach growl. I eagerly awaited my plate of arroz con pollo piled... Continue Reading →
Have you ever thought about what era your life is in or was in? I was asked to consider this in a memoir writing class I am taking this quarter. The instructor promised this would lead us to a story or two even... There was one caveat, the era had to be linked with an... Continue Reading →
On Monday I decided I was going to do something different in my life. It began when I wanted to add a cover image to my LinkedIn account. I know, nothing big, especially because I'm not sure what the value of my LinkedIn account is, and I'm pretty sure no one in my "network" cares... Continue Reading →
Disclaimer: This post is not meant to be used as a recipe and it may contain images that vegetarians and vegans may find offensive. Yes I am an omnivore, please don't judge me. A pig is roasting over smoldering coals above an aluminum box under palm trees, a garlic tinged smokey haze drifts through the... Continue Reading →
How do you connect to your cultural roots? I like connecting with food. Cooking Cuban food floods my house with the smells I remember from my Abuela's kitchen. I felt her spirit guide me as I crushed the garlic, sauted the sofrito and swayed my hips to the Cuban music playing in the background. Last... Continue Reading →