Winter Haikus

Evil snowmen courtesy of Bill Watterson’s “Calvin and Hobbes”

Snowman
Corn cob pipe, cute hat
Carrot nose, and button eyes.
This used to be fun….

Snowman, Abominable Edition
Corn cobb pipe, cute hat
Blood of yeti, hint of thyme
It’s alive!!! Attack!!!

Winter Fashion
There’s something about
Girls in thick, layered sweaters
That makes me miss Spring

Winter Fashion, Extremities Edition
Gloves for our hands, but
Socks are mittens for feet? I’ve
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Walking on Water in Washington DC

Sometimes the only way to find your way is to get lost.

I thought of that tonight as I hurried to the Foggy Bottom Metro station and recalled another cold, hurried walk to the train three years earlier. I had lived in DC for less than a week and ventured out of my still-unfamiliar neighborhood of Capitol Hill to meet a friend at Founding Farmers for a drink. Thirty years of living in New York had conditioned me to walk quickly and with purpose, to make sure it was not obvious I was using my phone for directions, and to never ask for directions. After all, I didn’t want to seem like tourist. Confused by the still-unfamiliar streets, I got turned around and around again until I finally found my way. I have never forgotten which way to go since.

That night seemed like another lifetime ago tonight. In a short time, DC has gone from being a great adventure and intermission in my New York life, to becoming my home. This city’s streets that turned me around became training ground for learning how to walk in faith.

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The Growing Season: Unemployment

This is the latest installment of The Growing Season. For the other installments please click here.

Those two weeks seem interminable, as I try to do my job from underneath a suffocating pile of resentment. I’ve been doing repetitive online searches for new positions, but my pregnancy seems to be the dead end I keep hitting: shockingly, no one wants to hire a person who will be working, at most, six months before taking another couple off. So I go through the motions of my last two weeks with an income, trying to remember—and believe—that Jack’s reaction to the news was that everything would be okay. Of course, when I went to bed early that night, I could hear him downstairs, pecking away at his computer and what I know was our budget spreadsheet. I push away visions of our baby sleeping in a dresser drawer, and I report for duty. Then I walk away for the last time.

Truth be told, I’m not sure it’s the removal of my income and its effect on our budget that bothers me most about this. It’s not a great economy, but I work in a perpetually necessary field, and short of opportunities within it, Starbucks seems to be doing okay—maybe they’d hire me. Deeper than the money issues lies a gnawing fear, though. I’m just past my first trimester now, and the nausea is beginning to lift; not in one glorious upheaval, but little by little, and enough to let me know that brighter days are ahead for me and food. And there’s the clean (so far) bill of health we received from Dr. Forth—a source of considerable relief. But again, underneath all that lies the gray mood that haunted me throughout the first trimester, darkened by the rift with Cara and general separation I feel from my closest friends back in New York. I know that left to myself at home, there’s much less separating me from that grayness. And I’m afraid of it. Continue reading

Blue Aproned: What Happens When a Non-Foodie Tries a Food Delivery Service

Friends, I can’t tell you how great it has been since I first admitted that I’m not a foodie. Apparently there are so many of you that feel the same ambivalence towards food! It has warmed my heart to learn that I now know longer have to struggle in silence, to offer fake opinions about toast points, frantically yelp restaurants when someone asks for a recommendation, or pretend to be interested in kale smoothies. And since writing my confession, I have personally felt more emboldened to speak my point of view when someone asks “where should we eat?” My answer – always, forever – is “I don’t care.”

Yet this non-foodie status carries with it some negative points as well. When you don’t care about food, you can easily fall into two concurrent patterns. One, you can eat unhealthy, since the worst foods around are usually the fastest and easiest to obtain. And two, you tend to eat repetitively. If you buy a box of spaghetti and spaghetti sauce, you can and will just make that anytime you feel hungry. And if you bought it once, you’ll probably just buy it again, because hey, why would you want to think about food when you don’t have to? These are dangerous, easy paths to take. And just because we’re non-foodies doesn’t mean we have to eat garbage, right?

That’s why a couple of month’s ago, I joined Blue Apron. Blue Apron is a weekly grocery delivery service that brings the seasonal ingredients to your door, along with easy-to-read recipes to make three meals. The food comes in cold freezer bags, and is filling, delicious, and fun.

Bon Apetit!

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