Please hit the jump to recipe button up above to head straight for the Almond Butter; otherwise, I’ve got a lot of (very loud) things on my mind…
Year of the Rat
I was only five days into January when I realized that 2020 was going to be a pivotal year for me. I actually sensed the changes coming even before the ball had officially dropped, but January 5th quickly confirmed the feelings. And then, so did the days of February…and March…and April. Some pretty significant changes arrived in May, too. And not to be outdone, June’s been working on … Continue reading
It’s a story we’re all too familiar with. In many places, we’re encouraged to ignore it; in the United States, for instance, we’re told that feminism is no longer necessary. Women are equal, aren’t they? They’re no longer confined to the home, they hold jobs previously denied to them, and overall, their position in society has improved in many ways. So what’s all the fuss about?
The fuss is about this: Although in some countries great strides have been made, for many women around the world, equality and opportunity are still not readily accessible. Women are less likely to hold … Continue reading
Homelessness and poverty are issues that I’d venture to say most people who don’t experience them firsthand only consider in passing–maybe around Thanksgiving, when the local food pantries ramp up their requests for donations. After all, it’s not a comfortable situation to imagine yourself in, and particularly not in a world that often feels increasingly unstable, where the worries of food security, affordable housing, and finding employment that provides a living wage mean that many of us don’t feel so far removed from that outcome.
But for those who are struggling with poverty and homelessness, these issues aren’t abstract; they’re … Continue reading
Hey there, guys. Per usual, hit the jump to recipe button above if you want to skip over all this chit-chat and head straight for the vegan quinoa pilaf. Otherwise, I’ve got a post that’s been brewing for weeks now; a post that almost didn’t get written until a friend accidentally reminded me that this is my part. And so I play it…
I know I’ve done an awful lot of talking about my gramma since she passed in February (here and here), but there’s just so much I could share. So many posthumous lessons she’s taught me … Continue reading
Happy Sunday, friends! If you’re only here for the Chickpea Tomato Dip, please hit the jump to recipe button above. Otherwise, stick around to see what kind of “random” thinking I’ve been up to this past week…
Meet Maddie; I’ve known this adorable face since the day she was born. My sister was pregnant with her at the same time that I was pregnant with Jordan, and the girls were inseparable for many years. I can’t lie–all too often their camaraderie caused problems that required regular, not-on-my-watch interventions. The two were particularly fond of re-establishing their own private “gang” (membership … Continue reading
My Instagram followers already know that many of my post ideas appear like lightning strikes out of the blue. They manifest during meditation, hugely distracting me from the task at hand, and all I can do is sit by and watch helplessly as the post virtually writes itself. On the one hand, it’s pretty cool, this charged jolt of inspiration. The ideas are really good, they’re eloquently organized, deeply heartfelt. Sometimes they even squeeze a tear from my dry eye. But on the other hand, they’re a little frustrating. The transcription is never as good as the original document, and … Continue reading
I was never much of a twenty-something. My overwhelming need for independence didn’t push me into the club scene, but instead down the aisle at the age of twenty. And it didn’t land me in the local bar, but instead at a lawyer’s office, buying my first home at the age of twenty-one. It didn’t drive me to partying, but instead to the town hall, lobbying for a permit to start my own home business at the age of twenty-two. The more “typical” behaviors of one’s twenties just never appealed to me. Looking back now, I think it’s because I … Continue reading
I know that, on “rare” occasion, I’m probably confusing. Simultaneously tossing around talk about a guru, revering the saints, and loving on Jesus, all while expressing devotion to a feminine God. Throw in some homeschooling, a generous helping of veganism, a dash of eccentricities, and what you’ve got might just be a whole lot of weird. And yes, I see you nodding over there. But I don’t really blame you.
And it might be hard for you to believe, but I do try and rein it all in–to keep myself within the confines of “acceptably” odd. On a good … Continue reading
My mom was raised a Catholic. So initially, I was, too.
Catholicism was never the best fit for her soft and malleable spirit, and instead of leading her to profound truths and realizations, it led her to worry, guilt, and fear. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say that it fanned those flames already within her. But that intentional spiritual seeking–the one that really has you digging deep–seems to most often take place later in life. And at seventeen she was far too busy with other things. Things like finishing high school and navigating the new waters of both … Continue reading
Today I have a story. A true story, a happy story. Something of a love story, even. One that starts with my gramma, moves through me, continues on through Jordan, and hopefully keeps on going into forever. This is the kind of story that renews my hope that yes, one person can definitely make a difference. Even when the world wants to tell me, No. You’re much too small. Even when the world tries to make me feel powerless and weak. Even when the world tries to silence me. This story makes me feel like a warrior, equipped with only … Continue reading