No person should go hungry, period. When it is a child, it is even more heartbreaking. Here in the U.S., 50 million people don’t have enough to eat. 16 million of them are children: that’s 1 in 4 kids who don’t know where their next meal will come from. I’m honored to donate this post as part of Food Bloggers Against Hunger; my hope with today’s action is that we will raise awareness about food insecurity and hunger in the United States, while sharing some ideas about what you can do to help. Continue reading
For a while, the only thing they wanted for snack was Nutty Numbers. Jacob made them at school, and the recipe was so easy that I almost didn’t believe it would work. So we tried it – it worked, as well I suppose as any “pretzel” made with wheat germ and an entire stick of butter will. And then, for many days, snack was Nutty Numbers. Continue reading
I can’t quite get my head around it, but we’ve had another birthday here, and another birthday cake along with it (the birthday boy tried to hide from the candles, but he loved the cake). He wanted an orange cake – no surprise there. We made it together, early on the morning of his birthday. We shared it with grandparents and cousins and aunts and uncles, and lots of birthday love. Continue reading
My Dad is picky about his labels. He claims Radical and sometimes Progressive, rejects New Age or Hippie. But whatever you want to call it, at his teeny-tiny, light-and-love-filled, first post-divorce house, Dan and I watched MacNeil/Lehrer and the occasional episode of Sesame Street, but otherwise TV was off limits. At times we felt deprived, but really our television was so old that watching it was more an exercise in annoyance than entertainment. And what my dad denied us in cartoons and sitcoms, he made up for in other (I would now argue, far better) ways. Continue reading
I have two sick kids today, just in time for all that good cheer. Still, we are baking – cookies, cakes, candies and biscuits! – and tomorrow morning we’ll have fresh homemade morning buns, per Jacob’s request. I’ve been playing with that recipe and plan to share soon – but in the meantime, here is one you might want to try instead. Continue reading
We have come to the longest night. I’ve been hesitant about posting this bread recipe, or anything really. I have experienced deep grief in my life, and abiding loss, but I cannot imagine – oh, I cannot imagine. I don’t want to imagine. We stand up in solidarity, we bear witness, we offer whatever we can, an effort to shoulder some small piece of a heartache that surely must be as vast as the universe.
And we have faith.