I admit I only did three days instead of the ten I’d aimed for. On day three I was ready to kill someone, felt depressed and unbearably hungry. I asked myself why I was doing this and at last…made a spinach salad. Food never tasted this good! I have a new respect for anyone who’s […]
Last evening was pretty miserable. The empty feeling in the stomach is just plain uncomfortable. Strangely, I never missed the chocolate, just some decent food I could “chew.” This morning the scale is at 150 lbs so I lost one pound. Yeah. My daughter lost three. (How did she do this?) But as I mentioned
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We began our juice fast this morning. The scale showed 151 pounds. It took about ten minutes total to wash the produce—four apples, one half lemon, one orange, four celery stalks, one carrot, piece of cucumber and three kale leaves—and run them through the juicer. Result: about 30 oz of juice (two portions). Mottled green
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Tomorrow my daughter and I are going on a ten-day juice fast. Thanks to Netflix’s assortment of documentaries, we ran across “Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead,†the story of two overweight and very ill men who embarked on a journey to health. Because of my husband’s health issues, we’ve been pretty health conscious already. We
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Our recent month-long trip to Germany and the upcoming World Cup U.S.-German soccer game gave me the idea of comparing a few notes, things I chuckle about every time we visit the old country. There are the obvious differences like brats versus burgers. But that’s not what I’m talking about though the sheer number of
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This week my short story BITTERSWEET was published by The Write Place At the Write Time, a literary magazine. Like BLACK MARKET, published in April 2014, this story tells the struggles of three kids/youths during and after WWII from the perspective of civilian Germans. As mentioned in the byline I began interviewing my parents about
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I’ve always loved to fish. Ponds and lakes, rivers and creeks, I love to dangle a line and watch the bobber. But I’m crazy about fly fishing for trout. Maybe because trout are such a fickle being, changing their tastes and behavior by the hour, sometimes minute. Nobody knows why. Maybe today, this minute, trout
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I’m proud to announce that my short story BLACK MARKET has been published by Circa, a historical fiction journal. In 2002 I interviewed my parents about their childhood. My father, born in 1928 and my mother, born in 1932 were war children, pawns of the Third Reich. They saw their fathers drafted as rations dwindled
Sunshine, Food for the winter soul, Cold heart warming, Fresh breath of spring, Welcome. As long as I can remember we, my husband and I, have worked under stringent time constraints. Our calendars and watches dictated the day. Things were organized at our house. Breakfast at six a.m., dinner at six p.m., lots of commitments,
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It’s amazing what happens when you remove yourself from the everyday grind. All of a sudden the world is full of possibilities. We get to sit still and think instead of rushing to address the next thing on our never-ending list. We have new ideas, we get creative. I grew up always working and lining