Tuesday, October 22, 2013


Sometimes LA deserves the stereotypes.

Today on the way to take one of the children to a very low-key yoga class (yes, I know), I came upon a unicyclist crossing in front of me as I was waiting to turn west onto Venice Boulevard.

There was also a man peddling random things in the same intersection. Oh, and multiple bikes as well as the multiple lanes of car traffic in every direction.

Another normal LA day?

After I dropped off said child, I wanted to go to Whole Foods just to wander around. I don't know if I'm the only person who does this or not, but I like to browse at WF. There are very few things I can't find anywhere else (AND FOR CHEAPER), but I like to look... and people watch. After all, this is the WF in Venice, about which the Whole Foods Parking Lot song was created a couple years ago.

Instead of WF, however, I ended up at a local non-dairy ice cream shop that I had never noticed before. They make coconut cream ice cream, sweetened only with raw honey and then mixed with (your choice of) strawberry puree, mint, cocoa, etc. I chose strawberry and was not disappointed. Still, it was kind of a weird space. There were only a couple tables, and one already had more than five (but I think fewer than ten) yoga instructors seated around it.

I had my phone but hadn't thought to bring any other reading material, so I found myself reading one of the yoga magazines while I ate my (non-dairy) ice cream. Sometimes the yoga magazines (there is at least one that is always available at our library, so I have read it before) don't appeal to me at all because they can be very woo-woo, but this particular issue actually had some health/diet-related articles, so I enjoyed that.

As I sat there I realized that even if I don't feel like I live LA, LA lives LA all around me... and sometimes we intersect and find common ground.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013


When I was a child I assumed that time represented a linear progression of events and that most memories of most people and places from childhood, especially those without later contact or context, would become fuzzier with time.

The longer I live the more I realize time is not a line in space, but truly a circle, a cycle of memories. Just this past week I have been reminded of a time in my life knowing people I haven't seen in many years. One of those people died this week, only a few hours after I spoke with another person from this time period in my life.

We are not so detached from "then" as we think we are. Perhaps "then" is simply a different shade of "now." We know this is the way God reckons time--a day is as a thousand years and all of that--and sometimes I believe we get a glimpse of it in some small way. After all, if we did not have memory, time would truly be a progression of random events, one after the other with no connection between or reference back.

Instead, we have the gift of memory, of cycle, of repetition. We have the gift of contact, of feeling someone else's life touch ours as our respective lives become interwoven into each other as we all follow separate and sometimes disparate paths on our roads through life. What looked like a line graph or road map when I was a child looks more like a tapestry today.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Saturday, September 29, 2012

"Me time"

Everyone says I need to have some of this.

No one really knows how I can get it.

It is elusive and must be stolen?


Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Holiday FOODS: Buckeyes and Foolproof Fudge

What are your favorite Christmas foods?

Two must-have desserts for our family are:


1 lb. butter (2 cups)
2 lbs. peanut butter (4 cups)
1 tsp. vanilla
12 cups powdered sugar

2 large bags (12 oz. ea.) melt and mold chocolates

Cream butter and peanut butter. Add vanilla and 4 cups powdered sugar. Divide into 2 parts. Add 4 cups powdered sugar to each part. Shape into balls. Put a toothpick in the center and freeze for 15 minutes to all night.

Melt the melt and mold chocolates in the microwave on low heat, stirring often. Dip frozen balls in this and place on wax paper to set.

Bonnie’s Foolproof Chocolate Fudge
(makes about 1-3/4 pounds)

3 (6-ounce) packages semi-sweet chocolate morsels
1 (14-ounce can Eagle Brand Sweetened Condensed Milk (NOT evaporated)
Dash salt
1 1/2 tsp. vanilla extract
1/2 c. chopped nuts (optional)

In heavy saucepan, over low heat, melt morsels with sweetened condensed milk.
Remove from heat; stir in remaining ingredients. Spread evenly into wax
paper-lined 8-inch square pan. Chill 2 hours or until set. Turn fudge onto cu
tting board; peel off paper and cut into squares. Cover and store at room

Peanut Butter (I've never made this variation; since we always have buckeyes, this would probably be peanut butter overkill in addition to those.):
Omit chocolate morsels, vanilla and nuts. In heavy saucepan, melt 1
(12-ounce) package peanut butter flavored chips. Remove from heat; stir in
sweetened condensed milk and dash of salt. Proceed as directed.