Sanctuary

I will never, and I mean never ever, understand the current coffee culture. I understand it in theory but there is something about it that offends my blatant hermit-like sensibility. There is a difference between the perfectly prepared ice cappuccino I enjoy on these warm summer days and the quiet me-time coffee break I allow…

Happy Place

I miss my happy place. It’s Saturday morning and I am not seated at my favorite Paris nook. How can this be? I need another Paris immersion. Soon.          

My Prescription

  Something I have never been is sickly. Something else I have never been is patient with those who are sickly. I don’t mean sickly in the diagnosed with a major disease kind of way. I mean the kind of person who always seems to be catching something or getting over something. I have also…

i want to LIVE

  I’ve been away from this space for more than a minute and while my absence was not intentional, it was necessary. My last post was about me reaching my limit and no longer allowing people to occupy my intellectual and emotional space. It was about me realizing, finally, that I’ve been derelict in my…

Where I Get Off

  I know it’s rude to tell someone to shut up but at what point is it appropriate to say enough! I find I am no longer able to apply the rules of polite society…and it’s not my fault. There are one or two people I interact with regularly who assault me with all that they know,…

Ivy League

I love a pretty neighborhood café. A place with an unobstructed view of the pastry case. Where the curry chicken salad on sourdough and iced latte do not ruin what the ambiance has begun.   Amandine Patisserie Café 12225 Wilshire Boulevard Los Angeles, Ca 90025

Ok, Ladurée

I have never been one to worship at the alter of Ladurée. Every person I know who has been to Paris gets misty-eyed when they remember the macarons they enjoyed. Personally, I’ve always been partial to Dalloyau. I don’t know what it is, possibly the texture of the precious cookies offered. Now Ladurée is on…

Happy Palate

It was years and years ago that a former colleague looked at me, then herself in a full length mirror and declared that she prefers to eat to live rather than live to eat. In contrast to me, she scrutinized every morsel of food that entered her body. She called herself a vegetarian but she…

Spirituali-Tea

I have rituals and I realize that in this regard I am like everyone else. I think it’s the actions performed in solitude that are closest to who we are. Mine is tea. I enjoy coffee as well, but for me coffee is physical and tea is spiritual. A friend who is deeply involved in…

Healing

  Dorothy learned she had the power to get home all along. She needed to breathe and affirm there’s no place like home. Over and over again, while clicking those ruby slippers. Breathing is a practice and a skill. When I take the time to breathe, I can hear and feel the singular truth that…