Following Food

I have felt hopeless. Worse, I have felt helpless. And, I have felt hope. I am follower. A follower of food. I follow food because it is the one tangible thing I can control and get meaningful results. I need some sort of control because, let’s face it, I was (am) a perfectionist. A Type … [Read more…]

Running In High Heels, an Essay

It was a glorious hot and sunny day in Lido, an island in the Venetian Lagoon.  I had not a care in the world, just floating in the Adriatic Sea.  The lapping of the crystal waters.  The sunshine beaming.  Nothing could be better in that moment.  That afternoon we were headed to Murano and Burano via the … [Read more…]