When I was a basketball player…

My basketball team was a spectrum of skin pigmentation. What does it feel like to be multicultural? What does it feel like to be aware of diversity? All of us know – but are we courageous enough to live like we know…

Rebecca Francesca Reuter

My height is an aspect about my physical appearance that I just can’t hide.

I really can’t hide.

Me, trying to make a lay up... Me, trying to make a lay up…

Not in a crowd, not in the subway, or the supermarket, nope I stick out. The only place I have traveled where I felt short was in the Netherlands. Everyone there, women included, were tall! Even the friend I was with made a comment about how I had “found my tribe.” The only problem was they were all blond haired and blue eyed and spoke a language I don’t think I could ever understand. They were not my tribe.

The places I have visited where I feel most tribal, like Peru, Bolivia, Cuba or Mexico, I don’t look like them. My 6-foot, olive skin, light brown hair and eyes, just don’t allow me to fit in. The looks I got when I spoke Spanish in…

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Anthropocene mindset

I’m looking forward to reading Gaia Vince’s new book “Adventures in the Anthropocene” – this blog post gives an exciting look into what to expect:
“Since humanity has become this global force, this superorganism, it makes sense to use our full species’ potential to innovate new ways of living – it means embracing human diversity and using it to generate answers to our pressing problems.”

Wandering Gaia

It’s a good time to reflect on the kind of Anthropocene we’re creating, and how we might make it a better one. Although we have already so changed the planet that it has entered a unique state – the Anthropocene – in which humans have become the dominant force, we are still leading very Holocene lives. What I mean by this is that our culture, civilisation, and infrastructure have not kept pace with the changing planet – we are still living twentieth-century lifestyles even though the world has moved into an entirely new era. The way we acquire our food, obtain our energy, use water, travel, relate to wildlife, plan new infrastructure, organise human populations, make global decisions… are all virtually unchanged from the twentieth century – even Victorian – times. Such a state of affairs may have been appropriate for a time of low human population, plentiful resources, a…

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Culinary Outings: Seasons of Seafood Oysters and Clams with Zoi from Westward

Last week, I attended this dinner of seafood delights. The food prepared by Chef Zoi of the restaurant Westward in Seattle WA, was orgasmic! The perfect bite blog, captures the food and the evening!

The Perfect Bite... and Life Adventures

Over the last few months I’ve been fortunate to attend the entire Seasons of Seafood dinner series organized by my good friend Bryan Jarr. Last week he ended the season with a phenomenal meal by Chef Zoi Antonitsas from acclaimed restaurant Westward.  It was the best in the series by far!  I have visited Westward many times since it opened last year and its one of my favorite restaurants in the US and the spot I recommend most to friends. The food is fresh, bright and forward thinking, the space is one-of-a-kind and Chef Zoi is a delight. This Seasons of Seafood dinner combined Zoi’s expertise with some of the best seafood the PNW has to offer – oysters, clams and Black Cod. I am still thinking about the Tagliarini Nero pasta with razor clams and definitely think it should be on the menu at Westward.

These dinners reconfirmed my love of seafood and even…

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Made in the U.S.A.

Rebecca Francesca Reuter

Born and raised in the city of Chicago, I was surrounded by a mix of ethnicities and cultures.

In my neighborhood of Rogers Park we were a delightful blend of spices. A little creole seasoning, chocolate molé, spicy salsa, green curry and other delicious sauces. Me, my classmates, my friends could have represented many of the countries within the United Nations. Countries many of us never visited or will visit. Countries whose language was lost on the boat or plane that brought us, our parents or other ancestor. Countries whose culture was stuffed into a suitcase or strapped to our backs. Cultures that tried to blend with those found in this new country.

Fifth grade Fifth grade

With all of this diversity surrounding me, my identity became an amalgam of cultures. I loved hanging with my girlfriends who would put french braids in my “horse hair.” Cook refried beans – with lard!

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My dad was only human…

Author's note: This story shares an event in my childhood, my dad's 40th birthday, whose impact subconsciously stayed with me into adulthood. Today would have been my father's 80th birthday - he died last November, ten days before my 43rd birthday, a few months after I finished this story. I grew to love my dad... Continue Reading →

Saint Lo Seventy Years later

Disclaimer: I have been using the wordpress app on my iPhone for the blogs while on my trip. It is a pathetic application with no way to save a draft so I can work on it on my kindle after posting pictures. WordPress needs to understand that writers like all artists need a sketchbook and... Continue Reading →

A grave matter?

Wednesday was the chosen day. We packed our father's ashes to drive them to their final resting place. The grave of his father. A reunion 70 years in the making. From the shores of the English Channel near Fort La Varde, the last location my grandfather was stationed, we drove inland 130 kilometers towards the... Continue Reading →

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