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…

Self Control… Over Yourself

The anger was building up to an insurmountable peak; I couldn’t withstand the internal pain any longer. And so, with all of my might, I hurled my hairbrush against my powder pink walls. It left, let’s just say, a noticeable hole that my mother began screaming at me about, not knowing that the cause of…

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…

No Soap Radio

Remember the “no soap radio” joke from the mid-90’s? The popular kids and the mean kids, and eventually, all the other kids, would walk around telling this joke, only to embarrass those who did not understand it, or to “call out” those who feigned understanding, saying “Ha! I got it!” By the by, there was…

…into the ‘toss pile’

When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me… and tells me to fold my clothing. From the time my hand-eye coordination was developed enough to do so, I’ve derived massive amounts of pleasure from folding my sweaters, organizing the hanging items in my closet, and ridding my closet of items…

Elegant With Spice Is Everything Nice

It was a classic cable knit sweater, except it wasn’t. This light blue, lightweight sweater was adorned with colorful, shiny, plastic-like discs around the collar. It was 1998, so ditching the butterfly clips and wedge shoes was a bit unheard of. Understanding at a young age how to walk to the beat of my own…

Creating Concoctions Part 1

I remember it vividly: it was winter, the sun set early. 5:30 pm and staunchly dark outside- I bravely took that evenings still frozen, whole chicken, and chucked into a soup pot with dried oregano and whole, uncut lemons, generously squeezing an entire bottle of Hidden Valley Ranch Dressing all over the contents. I belted out, “dinner…