Medicine Woman

I have a medicine woman. Her name is Elaine Ziner, and by the grace of God, we live in the same neighborhood. She is one of the most important members of my soul tribe. We came together energetically 2 and a half years ago, at a meeting that was life altering. I’ve referenced her before, most often as my reiki/energy healer. The work she and I have done together has completely changed my lives (yes, lives). She sees into my soul in the most shockingly honest way, and she has taught me things about myself, and about what I really am, that have catapulted me into evolution after evolution. Each time I shed another layer of skin, she’s been by my side, and not necessarily physically. Anyone I have sent to see her has emerged from their meeting completely dumbfounded, yet so relieved and deeply understood. She does not work in 3D, and so she sees into her client’s universe in ways they can’t yet. I have discussed dreams and visions with her that have been mine alone, yet when we compare notes, she has seen the same things.  I once had a very specific vision involving a zen teacher of mine, and in one session, Elaine recounted the exact same scenario, though I’d never told her about it. She has helped me purge lifetimes of familial persecution, and all the fear that comes attached to that. We have worked with anger stemming from old family wounding that I’ve been living with and need help releasing. It’s impossible to not get infected when you are born into a poisonous environment. I have a session with her tomorrow, since the recent death of a family member cracked open a silo of anger and frustration. This feels terrible, but it’s a gift. We can only skim what rises to the surface. Elaine has been a touchstone of mine, and I honestly can’t put into words what she’s helped me learn, face, cleanse, and accomplish. She gives each of her clients all of her knowledge, wisdom, and guidance. During covid I even did zoom sessions as needed. It’s taken me awhile to feel comfortable writing about her, since our relationship is so scared and precious. But I wanted to share this information with you, as I always like to share healing techniques and practices. What I know, you’re welcome to know. I promise you, you’re not alone. Whatever battles you are fighting, you can find your people who become your refuge. The one person in my family who I had a soul bond with is now gone (in human form). I feel very alone. I am related to a lot of people, but don’t feel like I have any family in the traditional sense. Family, for me, has very little to do with blood and genes. My tendency to go into emotional isolation can be dangerously quick. When I feel that something is energetically threatening to me or my children, I bolt. I was not protected as a child, and I’m a fiercely proud lioness of a mother. One of the greatest gifts Elaine has given me has been safety and inner sovereignty, and those have been quarantine themes of mine since March. Interestingly enough, she started her Sovereign Mastery podcast on Spotify during lockdown as well. It’s wonderfully wise and grounding. I encourage you to listen and bathe in her perspective. We are so much more than we understand, and it takes a spiritual lens such as Lainie’s to show us that. I often get asked what I’ve used to grow so much. I have a big toolkit at this point, and I’m an active collector and huntress for this kind of information. Elaine is hands down one of my biggest catalysts for change and growth. She is available to you, and will teach you how your magic can become available to yourself. I read this old Native American poem today, and was stopped in my tracks. It may as well have been written about her.

Love you, my Sister.


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Zinfandel Orange Chicken

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This old Williams Sonoma recipe is my go to poultry dish for the Jewish holidays. The flavors are outrageous, and it’s not difficult at all. My friend, Allison, just went crazy over this chicken at my Rosh Hashanah meal.

*Full disclosure; I’ve posted this before, awhile ago. It’s so good that I wanted to share it again, to those of you who haven’t seen it.

Ingredients:

  • 1 cup hearty dry red wine, such as Zinfandel

  • 1 cup fresh orange juice

  • 1/4 cup chopped shallot

  • 1 Tbs. chopped fresh rosemary

  • Zest of 1 orange

  • 1/4 cup olive oil

  • 2 chickens cut into eighths, with skin

  • Salt and freshly ground pepper, to taste

  • 3 cups chicken broth, preferably homemade

  • 1/2 tsp. cornstarch dissolved in 1 Tbs. water

  • 3 Tbs. unsalted margarine

In a bowl, whisk together the wine, orange juice, shallot, Rosemary, and orange zest. Pour one and a half cups of this mixture over the chicken pieces, turning to coat. Cover and refrigerate 1 to 4 hours, turning occasionally. Reserve and refrigerate the extra wine mixture.
20 minutes before putting the chicken in the oven, preheat it to 350. Bake the chicken uncovered for one hour and 10 minutes. Baste the chicken a couple times, and when removing chicken from oven. Change the oven setting to broil (WS grills this but that’s not convenient for me, so I bake then broil to crisp the skin). Broil the chicken for several minutes until the skin gets golden brown and begins to crisp.
While chicken cooks on bake mode, in a saucepan over high heat, combine the reserved wine mixture and the chicken stock. Cook, stirring occasionally, until the liquid is reduced to a cup, about 25 minutes. Whisk in the cornstarch mixture and boil until lightly thickened. Remove from heat and whisk in the margarine. Season with salt and pepper. Keep warm. Spoon sauce over the chicken pieces to serve. Garnish the platter or plate with a thin orange slice or sprig of fresh rosemary.

Tip** always cook with a wine good enough to drink.

Rosh Hashanah Table Vibes

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I love, love, love setting a table for a special meal, especially for the Jewish holidays. The autumnal colors, seasonal flowers, and rich, warm tones evoke that yummy feeling of family and home. I lost someone very close to me a couple days before the holiday, so I threw myself into my meal planning as a way to cope. Creating a beautiful space for my family and friends really did bring me much needed comfort. The tapestry I layered in the middle of the table was purchased on a family trip to Costa Rica. I knew it’d go well with my rust colored chargers and wedding china, a cherished gift from my mother in law. Each cream colored napkin had a sprig of fresh rosemary peeking out, plucked straight from my garden. Fresh herbs are a lovely, inexpensive, and fragrant way to add nature and whimsy to a table scape year round. The bronze vases I saved from my son’s bar mitzvah last June, and I brought them to my local florist to fill with seasonal colors. Since challah is such a crucial (and messy) part of the meal, each guest had a matching bread plate to control the crumb factor. The bread plates were really my china tea cup saucers. The little wire pears and apples are place card holders; I like to make everything seamless for my guests. Tons of varied shaped rose gold, speckled candle holders and votives made the whole scene come alive, during Covid mandated outdoor dining. It was truly show stopping, and my guests were delighted upon arrival. After the challenge and isolation of this long lockdown, it was especially meaningful to have a beautiful meal all together. It’s just been so long since a celebration, and that’s what the new year is all about; celebrating life, freshness, opportunity, and good times with loved ones. It meant a lot to me to show my children that we rise to the occasion, no matter the circumstances. There is always joy to be found amidst the grief, hardships, and challenges of life. May we all be blessed with sweetness, and the ability to accept the sour.

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Max Comfort

I’ll never understand how some of my friends can serve a meal in a turtleneck and tights. To each their own, but if I’m hot while I’m entertaining, I’m PISSED. For a special meal, such as the upcoming Jewish holiday festivities, I plan on mixing comfort and prettiness with some maxi dresses. Flowy, stylish, loose, soft yet chic, a maxi dress of any length will lend that extra holiday mood while keeping me cool in the kitchen. Here are some styles I’m liking this season. Monochrome, pattered, baby doll, or midi, this look always works, especially as I play hostess.

BELTED SURPLICE MAXI DRESS - GABRIELLE UNION COLLECTION

BELTED SURPLICE MAXI DRESS - GABRIELLE UNION COLLECTION

Boho Print Maxi Dress

Boho Print Maxi Dress

SHEIN Floral Print Fringe Tie Waist Slit Hem Dress

SHEIN Floral Print Fringe Tie Waist Slit Hem Dress

Button-Back Tiered Sundress

Button-Back Tiered Sundress

Cleo Tiered Sleeveless Maxi Dress

Cleo Tiered Sleeveless Maxi Dress

Thank You, Mary Oliver

I’d like to offer you one of my favorite poems by the beautiful Mary Oliver. Not only is this poem so wonderful, but making it this week’s Inspire is an act of self love at the moment. I’m so overwhelmed with holiday cooking, that to write one of my usual pieces would just be too much right now. My head is kind of exploding, and not pushing myself harder than I need to has been a skill I have recently learned. I tend to take on a lot, like so many women do, and giving myself permission to slow down has been a lovely practice. Wishing all those celebrating Rosh Hashanah a happy, healthy, sweet New Year. May we all grow, and support one another in our growth. Thank you for being here.

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Rugelach Three Ways

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Heads up; this is WORK, but worth it. This is the Barefoot Contessa dough that I made parve, for all you kosher bakers who want this for a meat meal. Ina gives the apricot nut flavor, and I added the chocolate and vanilla varieties. My ten year old son is strictly vanilla:). My guests go crazy for these. I triple the recipe, since I’m clearly a glutton for self inflicted punishment.

Makes 4 dozen.
Ingredients:
8 oz cream cheese or parve cream cheese
1/2 pound room temp unsalted butter/ margarine
1/4 cup sugar Plus 9 tbsp
1/4 tsp kosher salt
1 tsp vanilla
2 cups flour
1/4 cup light brown sugar
1 1/2 tsp cinnamon
3/4 cup raisins
1 cup chopped walnuts
3/4 cup apricot preserves
1 egg beaten with 1 tbsp water for egg wash

Cream the cheese and butter in a mixer with paddle attachment until light. Add the 1/4 cup sugar ONLY, salt, and vanilla. With mixer on low, add the flour slowly. Mix until just combined. Dump the dough onto a well floured board, and divide into quarters. Wrap each piece in plastic. Chill in fridge for two hours.

Filling options:
Apricot raisin nut: mix 6 tbsp sugar with the brown sugar, 1/2 tsp cinnamon, nuts, and raisins. Apricot preserves. Spread preserves then the mixture on top. Mix remaining sugar and cinnamon to sprinkle on later.

Chocolate; chocolate spread, chocolate chips. Spread chocolate carefully with a greased spatula, then top with a generous amount of chocolate chips.

Vanilla; vanilla sugar, white chocolate chips. Brush the dough with egg wash after it’s rolled out, sprinkle all over with vanilla sugar, about 1 1/2 tbsp, and a generous amount of white chocolate chips.

On a well floured board, roll each dough ball into a 9 inch circle. Choose your filling, leaving a 2 inch border around it. With a pizza cutter dipped in flour (I dip after each roll so the dough doesn’t stick), cut the dough disc into 12 equal wedges. Starting with the wide edge on the outskirts, roll up each wedge towards the middle. Place the cookies, points tucked under on a lightly greased baking sheet. Chill in fridge 30 minutes. After chilling, brush with egg wash. I sprinkled cinnamon and sugar on the apricot version, regular sugar on the chocolate ones, and vanilla sugar on the vanilla ones, AFTER the egg wash. Bake 15 to 20 minutes or until lightly browned. Freeze in between layers of parchment paper if freezing, in an airtight container.

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Backpack, Backpack

Maybe Dora the Explorer was onto something! I often prefer backpacks over a purse. I love their practicality and urban flair. No matter if it’s for the kiddies; if I like it, I’ll use it. Here are some styles I’m liking this season. Even for the home school kittens, keeping all their supplies organized in a legit schoolbag can mentally help them prepare for the upcoming semester. Backpacks nowadays come in such a variety of styles; they are absolutely a must have, back to school accessory.

Everlane- The ReNew Transit Backpack

Everlane- The ReNew Transit Backpack

State- Kane Kids Travel

State- Kane Kids Travel

Ted Baker- Featt, Jute and recycled polyester canvas backpack

Ted Baker- Featt, Jute and recycled polyester canvas backpack

Free People- Caraa Athena Convertible Backpack

Free People- Caraa Athena Convertible Backpack

Chocolate, White Chocolate Chip Cookies

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Don’t fix it if it ain’t broke! These are the Barefoot Contessa’s recipe for the most delicious reverse chocolate chip cookies. They deliver exactly as promised. I doubled them to freeze for the upcoming Jewish holidays. I plan on serving an assorted variety of cookies and treats for dessert. You can never go wrong with a classic like these.

Ingredients:

1/2 pound unsalted butter, at room temperature

1 cup light brown sugar, packed

1 cup granulated sugar

2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract

2 extra-large eggs at room temperature

2/3 cup good unsweetened cocoa

2 cups flour

1 teaspoon baking powder

1 teaspoon baking soda

1 teaspoon kosher salt

1 1/2 pounds good white chocolate, coarsely chopped

Directions:

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Cream the butter and both sugars until light and fluffy in the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment. Add the vanilla, then the eggs, 1 at a time, and mix well. Add the cocoa and mix again. Sift together the flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt and add to the chocolate with the mixer on low speed until just combined. Fold in the chopped white chocolate. Drop the dough on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper, using a 1 3/4-inch ice cream scoop or a rounded tablespoon. Dampen your hands and flatten the dough slightly. Bake for exactly 15 minutes (the cookies will seem underdone). Remove from the oven and let cool slightly on the pan, then transfer to a wire rack to cool completely.

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All Apologies

Hi, Friends. We’ve been spending a lot of time recently on toxic, unhealthy relationships, that at a certain point we are likely being called upon to leave. As tough as those dynamics are, they are easier than the times when we are hurt by the people that we do know love us. Hurting those we love, and being hurt by those we love, is an unavoidable part of life. Individuals are too complex to not get into emotional hot water, even with our favorite people. Raise your hand if you’ve never hurt your kids’ feelings. Yeah, didn’t think so. See? Even our most precious relationships get occasionally mishandled.


Recently, someone I have been close to for decades, did something bafflingly hurtful to me. I felt less wounded than I did confused.  The act was so outrageous, that it left me feeling like, “wait, what??”. Only at this point in my life would I have, and did, confront this person. My former versions did not have the skills to healthily communicate my hurt, without involving attack or fear of repercussions (whassup, first 40 years of my life). Screaming or stonewalling were the only methods of communication I was taught. At this much stronger, cleaner stage of life, I am able to calmly yet effectively state my case. This is a wonderful human being who I love having in my life, and so block delete is not fitting here. I think most often when people aren’t honest under the guise of “noted” or “I’m taking the high road”, it’s cowardice. Yes, we must use agency and selectivity when sharing our pain, but when that pain is really valid and it’s coming from a close source, to suppress our feelings is usually false martyrdom. It’s much more honorable to present our emotions directly, rather than bitch and moan to ten other people. It’s childish and it solves nothing. In fact, it only grows the problem. Whatever we give attention to expands, and so if we spend hours/weeks/years!! complaining to everyone BUT the one who hurt us, we shoot ourselves in the foot. Watering all that resentful energy, ultimately hurts us way more than anyone or anything else.


So I said something immediately. I firmly but (fairly) calmly said all I had to say. It felt good to honor myself with the gift of truth, and it felt great to speak with clarity and balance. That too is a gift to ourselves. It never feels good to go on a tirade. It’s like taking a hit of a drug; we feel powerful in the moment since The Ego feels it just won a prize, but then that shameful crash sets in, and we feel like shit, whether we admit it or not. One of the main chakras is the throat chakra, which governs speech. To swallow your verbal truth, or to always be spewing it out, leaves that energy center unbalanced. The middle way is always the goal. Balance, steadiness, equanimity. We always know it when we’ve lost our own footing. How can anyone listen to us when we aren’t listening to ourselves?


 So I was fully honest. I was met with apologies, excuses, and reasons. The reasons and excuses I did not buy, which I stated. The apologies I did, because I know this person loves and values me. They were glad I said something, one of the marks of a true friend. I thanked them for being receptive to what I said, but made it clear that I perhaps have some re-evaluating to do as far as where we stand. I don’t have shitty friends at this point. That is a fact. I have a tightly edited social circle, and I would do anything for those people. This person had always been included in that group. But if there isn’t reciprocity, then it’s time to face reality. This person really regretted what they had done, but it was a deliberately thought out action that may change how we journey on from here. Maybe, maybe not. Relationships are a place of practice. They are a dance. I care for this person very much, would be the first to praise or defend them, yet their place in my life is altered at the moment. Forgiving someone doesn’t mean all prior facts are erased, even if that person is great. Letting go isn’t giving yourself a lobotomy; it’s not having heavy emotion attached to the memory.
Care for yourself as you choose to speak your truth. When you handle yourself with care, you’ll automatically take better care of the situation. Right speech is part of the Buddhist Eight Fold Path. Being a shmuck is not.
Sending love to your throat chakra from mine.

Back to School, COVID Style

Back to school style usually consists of fun fashions, cool backpacks, and rad sneakers. Fresh school supplies, eagerly labeled and organized. Children, while reluctant to get back to rigid scheduling, are also brimming with excitement at being reunited with their friends. This year, in the age of this rogue virus called COVID-19, back to school style is centered around... masks and trepidation. This reality lands with a thud on the desks of teachers worldwide, who are now expected to continue to guide their students through yet more Twilight Zone scenarios.


Never in a million years did I think this would still be going on. I thought summer was going to be normal. Back to school? No worries! I honestly can’t believe that the hottest back to school accessory is a freaking mask. I wear masks diligently, but I hate doing it. It’s so uncomfortable. The thought of my kids wearing them for 9 hours straight makes me want to cry. The schools have gotten on trend by printing custom masks as well. It really is a thing. My children, being in private schools, do have in person classes. My oldest daughter in university does not. The ones going back are very excited to be back in actual school. They never thought they’d say that, and it’s been gratifying for me to watch them come to that realization on their own. Each school has major modifications, with keeping one grade home per week on zoom, in an effort to reduce the amount of people in the building on a daily basis. Two of my kids have the same zoom day, which I’m thrilled about. It will be nice for them to be together once a week, especially after being together nonstop throughout lockdown. I’m very happy they’re going back to a version of normalcy, despite my obvious concerns about the virus spiking back up. My children have a ton of questions for me about how things are going to play out. It’s sweet that they think I have the answers, but I don’t. One of the great lessons from this insanity, is learning to accept that we just do not know. As I told my zen teacher recently, it feels far wiser to be able to admit to them that I don’t know. That no one does, not the teachers, not the principal, and that it’s new for everyone. It’s a learning process for every human, and our job is to follow the rules and take it as it comes. There is so much about the virus itself we don’t understand. There are the mask wars, and the bizarre assumption that outdoor dining is perfectly safe, despite the tables being on top of each other. People seem to feel more comfortable at large outdoor gatherings, yet tremble at the notion of you having six of your closest friends inside your home. Unfortunately there is no formula that’s foolproof, aside from total isolation. One can leave a covid test with negative results, and pick up the virus ten minutes later at the supermarket. Corona has a mind of its own, as we know. But life can’t be on hold forever, and I personally am looking forward to attempting real school. If it doesn’t work, ok, we will all reroute. Such is life; a constant series of events that we are responding to. We can react or respond. Reactivity comes from knee jerk visceral emotion, while response arises from a pause, followed by a wiser decision. Still, as parents, we are being called upon to captain this new ship for our children.


Socially, how will my Freshman son meet new kids, if he can only see eyes? Will this nonsense continue throughout my daughter’s entire senior year of high school? Will my kid be sent home and treated like patient zero, if he has a slightly raised temperature that’s completely non COVID related? What will lunchtime and snack time look like with masks? How on earth can I assume that all the students actually wash their hands properly? I can’t. Again, it’s a reminder to myself that I have no control over this looney toons situation. Look, this remains a national experiment. Some states are failing flat out. My biggest concern is that New Jersey and New York will reverse the improvements we have made. We all want our regular lives back.

Sending love and strength to all the courageous teachers and school administrators, as you wade through these uncertain circumstances. All the bus drivers and custodians too. It’s not fair what’s being asked of you, and I appreciate you all very much. It’s never easy, but now it’s harder than ever. Thank you so much for all you do, to sustain our children and communities. May this year find us all safe, protected, healthy, and at ease. May we find joy and balance amidst the unknown.

class in session

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I’m trying to stay upbeat and optimistic for my kids, as school somewhat resumes, in these batshit crazy times. My puppies are in for an incredibly rude awakening. After 6 months of sleeping late and endless video games, class is once again in session. I really loved having them around during lockdown. It will feel strange and sad to send them off, but I’m happy for them to return to real school, with real live teachers and friends. This look is me serving some rah rah Mom vibes. Cute denim flare skirt, new red kicks, a school bus yellow shirt, and bright red shades and backpack; nothing says back to school like primary colors. Oh, and who could forget this year’s must have accessory, the “fun” mask? Wishing all students a healthy, safe, enjoyable year of learning and progress. Hey, this is a learning process for all of us. Let’s just take it one day at a time. One way or another, this will be ok.

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Tofu Veggie Tacos

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I’m not a tofu fan, but my daughters are. In an effort to expand my tofu wheelhouse, I came up with these vegan tacos. This took about 10 to 15 minutes start to finish. You can’t ask for a faster, vegan brunch on a bustling Sunday morning. This makes 6 tacos. You could serve this tofu scramble in hard or soft tacos, or over rice. Add guac, shredded cheese, or sour cream if that’s your thing.

Ingredients:
6 hard taco shells (have extra on hand in case some break)
A 14 oz block of extra firm tofu
A medium onion, diced
Two different colored bell peppers, diced
A can of black beans, rinsed
1/2 tsp each cumin, dried basil, and chili powder
3/4 tsp smoked paprika (regular is ok too)
Salt, pepper
1/4 cup fresh chopped cilantro (optional)

Drain the tofu on a plate with double layers of paper towels, on both sides. Remove paper towels, and mash the tofu with a fork. Heat 2 tbsp olive oil in a large skillet. Sauté the onion for a couple minutes. Add the peppers and all seasonings, EXCEPT the salt and pepper. I always have some veg stock to deglaze when the pan gets dry, which it did. A couple of tbsp did the trick. Cook until fragrant, about 2 minutes. Add the mashed tofu and the beans. Add 1/2 tsp salt and 1/4 tsp pepper (I’m a very conservative pepper user; do you). Stir well, and cook another couple of minutes. Taste, adjust seasonings if need be. Spoon the tofu veggie mixture into taco shells. If you’re using soft tacos, I suggest cooking them on each side in a dry skillet, two minutes per side. Top with any of your fave taco toppers.

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Fresh Tomato Sauce

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Omg yessssss. My first solid crack at homemade, oven roasted, tomato sauce from scratch, and it was a true success! I have seen lots of recipes online for slow roasted tomatoes sauces. I personally do not have time for that. I put together this excellent version that saves time, yet has maximum flavor. It’s easy enough that a newer cook can absolutely nail it. You can freeze whatever you don’t use for future deliciousness.

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Ingredients:
12 to 15 plum tomatoes, cut into quarters width wise
2 tsp kosher salt
1 tsp pepper
2 tsp dried oregano
1 Spanish onion, diced
4 cloves fresh garlic, finely chopped
Pinch dried, crushed red pepper flakes
1/2 cup packed, chopped fresh basil
1/4 cup red wine for deglazing
1/4 cup good olive oil
2 tbsp small capers (optional)

Preheat oven to 400, preferably on the roast setting. Place the chopped tomatoes, salt, pepper, olive oil, and dried oregano in a large pan. Mix well. Roast until edges start to blacken, about 35 to 40 minutes.
Meanwhile, sauté onions and the crushed red pepper flakes in a large, oiled pan for several minutes. Deglaze as needed with the red wine by the tbsp. Add the garlic and cook another several minutes, taking care not to let in burn, by deglazing. When ready, set aside.

Remove the tomatoes and allow them to give off steam, about 5 minutes. Put all ingredients in a food processor. Pulse a few times until it’s combined to desired consistency. Add more salt and pepper to taste. Serve with your favorite pasta immediately, and seriously give yourself a big, Italian hug. 

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fresh whites

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Hi, there. I promise to resume regular style posts with me next week. Right now, I’m bloated beyond recognition, and I have a huge zit that didn’t sign a release form to be photographed. Period, anyone? BUT, I thought I’d show you some of the yummy, fresh white items I just ordered from Joah Brown, one of my fave loungewear sources. I have yet to come across a sexier, yet oddly practical, line of athleisure. I wouldn’t exercise in these clothes, though one could. I prefer to wear them as badass sportswear, or to hang out at home, on the rare occasion that hanging out at home doesn’t translate to ripped pajamas from college. The crop tops and bra tops have so many uses. With oversized sweats, under overalls, with boyfriend jeans, and even with a long skirt. Also yum under a cool cardigan, or with a relaxed, undone button down. I’m really loving this twisted tee. How cute?? I love these clothes because they make me feel so in tune with my body. If I’m feeling good, unlike now, then they can make me feel extra. The JB cotton is sooooo soft and comfortable on the skin. I’m a little addicted TBH. I love that these items are mostly all year. A good white item is always a classic. Fresh, clean, and soft.

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Post Divorce Invites

Hi. Wow. So I can’t tell you how many messages I received after last week’s post on forgiveness. As long as we live human lives, human interpersonal relationships will be complicated and challenging. It’s crucial as we navigate them, to remember we have agency and choice. So many readers wrote in, relaying years old struggles with the same people. I know it’s difficult, but we always have the choice to remain in a toxic, abusive dynamic or leave. It’s not easy yet it is that simple.

Years ago, I read a life changing book, This Is How, by Augusten Burroughs. I adore his writing and lens. It was a book basically explaining how to choose. In his case, one of the choices he had to make before dying, was to continue drinking or quit. He put it like this; I really wanted to drink, but I wanted to not die a little more than I wanted to drink. That was it. An addict of any kind has to make that choice over and over, most likely until death. I really want to eat more cake, but I really want to not be annoyed I did. I really want to text that guy, but I really want to maintain my dignity. I really want to lose it on my child, but I don’t want to feel guilty later (or make said child feel bad). We make hundreds of choices a day. We can want both things simultaneously, but one has to win out, in order for some kind of choice to be made. Anyone who went through a divorce has had to make the enormous choice of, I really don’t want to break up my family, but I also really don’t want to remain in a situation that isn’t what it should be. It was so sad to hear about so many people choosing to stay in emotionally abusive relationships because it’s too hard to leave. Believe me, I get it. It took a village to permit me to “manage” many unhealthy dynamics in my own life. But we must be accountable; if we stay and put up with it then it’s on us. Reading articles and listening to podcasts, even meditating and praying, will not change anything for you. Collecting information and doing research is meaningless without integration. I encourage you to look very closely at these interpersonal narratives, and truly decide what it is you want. Do I want to spend the next few years having this weigh on me, or do I want to choose uncomfortable freedom? If we choose the first direction, there is a good chance we are addicted to that narrative of suffering. It’s very common to complain about something for so long, that we don’t know what we’d do without that victim identity. It’s like tending to our wounds becomes a form of temporary validation, when the most effective form of validation is to leave the table.

Recently, I found myself in a situation in which my own reaction surprised me, to not getting an invitation to a (former) family event. My ex and I are on very good terms, and I have remained close and connected to many of his extended family members. I talk to many of them more than he does, which he’d be the first to admit :). I have, thus far, continued to be invited to all their occasions, and I attend as much as possible. These are good people with whom I’ve had a connection to for many years, so it never occurred to me that that had to ever stop. I don’t have that provincial definition of family, and I’m foolishly surprised when people can’t make decisions outside the lines. It’s so interesting, though; the uptight rigidity in defining “family”, is directly linked to uptight rigidity elsewhere. A closed person is a closed person. My reaction was so surprising to me, because the people that didn’t invite me are people I don’t want in my life. They aren’t people I’d ever choose. I spent years praying to God to get me away from them. So now that I am away from them, why should I care or be surprised to be excluded? I didn’t like the message it sent to my kids, which I stand by; your mother is not welcome here. I think it’s incredibly insensitive to my children, but expecting any measure of sensitivity from these individuals is like asking a blind person to read the dictionary. If my ex and I were not in each other’s lives, then lines are clearly and logically drawn. But for he and I to spend holidays and occasions together by choice, as well as social events, it was a bizarre move to invite the mailman’s first cousin’s housekeeper and not me. In explaining this to a friend, he said, “this sounds like a really easy situation for you to walk away from”. He is totally correct. These were people who treated me like garbage while I was technically in the family, so to think I’d be regarded with humanity in divorce is stupidity on my part. There was another event coming from a similar source that I wasn’t invited to either, from someone who I always got along really well with. He invited family members that I know he can’t stand, yet didn’t invite me. This person is different, and I still like him, but it was unexpected. It is extremely telling how a family treats you post marriage. If they can discard you so quickly, then these are NOT your people. If they can only tolerate your presence based on paint by numbers circumstances, then they don’t deserve you at all. It comes down to mature decision making. I can choose to follow upsetting thoughts and triggers, about people I don’t want to be around, or I can choose to emotionally disengage. It’s that simple. Even if we are in situations where we don’t have the option of ending a relationship, we can still choose to create space emotionally and mentally. We can choose to not follow thoughts at any time, and instead see them as passing clouds. You will always be the sky through which all kinds of clouds will pass. You will always be the ocean that will hold all sorts of waves. Thoughts are just passing phenomena, they come and go. That person in your life who has added nothing but toxicity, how much longer are you going to decide to let it consume you? Yes, it’s easier said than done, but so what? We can do difficult things. If you’ve had a baby, hello?? Besides, it’s much more difficult to remain ensnared in this emotional trap. We have to pick. If the truest, most actualized vision for your life doesn’t include these people, or getting emotionally railroaded by them, you must make a choice and commit to that vision. We don’t get to have it both ways; if we don’t want them in our lives then we can’t get upset when we aren’t included. Can we find a way of being that goes beyond our thoughts and patterns?
As I put together my end of life box, and sit down to list the people I’d want at my funeral, as well as who I adamantly do not want in attendance, it’s clear. Am I going to continue to drink poison over people that don’t belong at my funeral? I’m smarter than that, and it took these few instances to kick my ass into perspective. We are always given the experience we need in order to evolve. If you find yourself in the same space over and over, then trust it keeps happening to teach you to forge a new path. You can’t expect change if you don’t partner with the idea of it. Me praying to God to remove certain players in my life story wouldn’t have ever happened had I stayed exactly the same. God is always listening, I believe, but you must use agency and make the choice that serves you. Just like others should be accountable for how they treat us, we have to be accountable for self treatment. We are usually stuck in the past, and are reliving terrible experiences, or we are throwing ourselves into the anxiety of future interactions with people who have historically hurt us. We try to protect ourselves from the future by maniacally planning for it now. Even if the event is a year away! That’s crazy, right? But we can’t help it. This is where presence and breath work really help. Eckhart Tolle is one of my favorite teachers on presence and conscious mindfulness. There are actual techniques you can learn to take yourself out of the past and future, and return safely to the present, where you are most likely ok. Sometimes I will literally list present circumstances and details to bring me home. “I am sitting on a couch. I am alone, which means the person I’m stressing about is not here. I just drank an iced coffee, which I enjoyed, I am breathing, my feet are touching the earth, I am getting dressed to go out, etc”.  Going over present facts helps free myself from other time zones. The past is gone, and the future isn’t real. Most of our obsessing over other people is clinging to false realities. We can, we must, choose to return to the present. It’s the here and now that matters. If the present includes those toxic people in your life, you can leave early, or go deeper into your body. Your breath is actually louder than your thoughts (try it!). If you’re reading this, chances are you want to make a change. Follow that instinct. Let your choices heal you. We can choose our destruction or our healing. You already know what to do.

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