I couldn’t decide whether to write on Facebook about this because at this moment it seems so beneath the magnitude and depth of gratitude mixed with sadness . . .
My friend Nuria told me today that she heard I went for a 2-week visit in the United States to spend time with “a man.” Air quotes were intended. A man? I looked at her aghast, and then I chuckled . . .
Inc. Magazine this week published a story stating that if you set aside one time a week to go for a run… your body will respond to it as if you run every day. When I read that article, I chirped, "that's me!"
Gratitude. It is the trendy word and emoji of this decade. Thank you, Oprah, for at least pushing it to the forefront of our radars. Too bad it has been hijacked as a smokescreen which from behind we can do “the easy stuff.” I played along with the gratitude game. It took separating from my husband and putting our daughter first-an-foremost for me to realize...
For two years, I have watched with admiration the chefs who arrive early to the Saturday outdoor market and expertly secure Pyrenees mountains bolets. They will present them that night at their restaurants as “not on the menu, but…“ delicacies. This morning I woke up one hour early to arrive at the Saturday market before the chefs. I hoped to find