Middle East, Your Own Feast

There are some days that just don’t blend. My memory is like a treasure trove of places and people and things, those that help me conjure up each post; each memory, while different in feel, has a similar undercurrent: individuality and food. The year was 1994. My parent’s best friends owned a a local pharmacy in…

A Life Without Fashion… Recipes

Throwing ourselves into and devoting ourselves to one particular thing is as important as finding the thing by which to devote ourselves to in the first place. Fashion is so much more than loving the word and the hashtags; fashion is an art, a relationship and is something that needs just as much upkeep and…

Sports, Why Yes, Of Course!

A young girl, eager to break records on her bicycle, was more likely to break eardrums with the amount she honked her bell and flew past other bike riders, up the twisting hills, along Golden Pond, in scenic New Hampshire. The year was 1995, and yes, that girl was me. Since childhood, the culmination of…

When Exercise Met Substitution

Let’s flashback to 6 months ago- I was in tip-top shape. I was running 5 miles, 5 times a week, on-top of strength training, and of course, eating by the book. Cardio was my free. Weightlifting was my release. My husband and I bonded over muscle definition and protein intake and sneakers, and I challenged…