Feed your family. Feed your soul.
When my husband, Steve, was in graduate school his professor assigned a project that required the acquisition and analysis of a unique set of data. Due to a few of Steve’s quirkier (though useful) traits, he happened to have kept a set of small notebooks …read more
Steve and I have often reflected on what gifts we can truly give our children. While there are the coveted gifts of a new bike, skateboard or a funky pair of jeans … both of us grew up in homes that place a much …read more
I never imagined, 29 years after my mother ran the Show of Summer (now part of the American Flower Show) at the Chicago Botanic Garden, that I would be on the Esplanade with Jane running our own show – the zen of slow cooking – at their …read more
Excerpt from Changed by a Child authored by Barbara Gill… “I lay looking out the window from my bed in the maternity ward of a Minneapolis hospital on a Monday morning in the last week of March. The sky was leaden and the ground was …read more
My Mother was approaching her 40th birthday when I was born. The family lore is that my birth came with an aura of joy and happiness. And no one was more excited than my 11 year old sister, Ann. After 11 years of being chased …read more
A few weeks ago I decided to participate in a Lenten Study at my church. A good friend of mine was facilitating the group, so I knew the evening would be well organized with rich discussion. Each week we have been challenged to examine a …read more
I’ll never forget that cold sunny afternoon in March 2010. As I reached my car after my run at the local rec center, I noticed a message on my cell phone from my husband Steve. My stomach sank. Only an hour earlier he had called me from Keystone, …read more
“It’s better to do your own Dharma imperfectly, than to perform another’s perfectly…” -The Bhagavad Gita
With back-to-back Holiday shows for the zen business last month, coupled with my husband’s new weekly commute to New York City, getting a little time to just breathe can be challenging.
I remember when my son, Doug, was just three years old and received the recommendation that he attend an early intervention program. We had just moved to Orlando from Atlanta. I was excited to explore such a warm climate after a childhood in the Midwest. This …read more
You can see by a picture of my 3 children taken 12 years ago that I didn’t have a lot of Zen in my life.
