A New Years Letter

1 01 2015

Dear 2014,

 

Thanks for a memorable year. You delivered me through rough times, and taught me much about myself. Because of you, I am stronger.

You introduced me to new friends and reconnected me with old ones. My friendships are stronger and more meaningful as you helped reveal the value of true friends.

You took a piece of my heart. I miss my grandfather. But you also gave me wonderful memories with him over the last 12 months.

You showed me a little more of this amazing world, forever shaping how I see life.

 

Thanks for everything,

Jessica

 

Ps – Please let 2015 know that I’m ready for anything it might have in store because of you, 2014.





Three years later – Remembering 3.11.11

10 03 2014

Anniversaries serve as a time for reflection on, and celebration of, the passage of time.

Three years ago Japan suffered a 9.0 magnitude earthquake, a massive tsunami, and a nuclear crisis which devastated a large region of east Japan.

Over 15,000 people died. Another 2,600 remain missing. Countless families were evacuated from their homes, and three years later many remain displaced.

In the face of such horror, the spirit of the Japanese people never wavered. Communities came together, cleaned up, rebuilt. Life goes on and the beauty of our humanity shines through.
On this (nearly) third anniversary of such a truly awful disaster I want to share a few stories of how good-hearted people are continuing to do wonderful acts of selflessness in the region.

This article from the Japan Times features a project to restore and scan photos found in the rubble.

This article, also from the Japan Times, features caring people who are feeding and caring for the animals abandoned in the mandatory evacuation areas around the Fukishima Nuclear Power Plant.





The Staff of Life

6 09 2013

My husband is a bread snob.
Being European, he claims he has a right to be. No joke.
Why am I telling you this?
I’ve taken to bartering with friends and colleagues, offering our fresh eggs. One of my colleagues is known for her sublime loaves of fresh bread, so I proposed a barter. I brought the still-warm-from-the-oven bread home. I sliced into thisΒ  perfectly round, nearly heme-spherical loaf. My husband was skeptical. He took a bite. And another. Then a declaration:
This might be the best bread I’ve had in America.

We had more bread for breakfast. Then an amendment to his declaration followed by a question:
This IS the best bread I’ve had in America. Can she teach you?

And so I was set on the path to learn to make bread. My colleague praised the book My Bread by Jim Lahey, so I picked up a copy. It’s filled with wonderful recipes, helpful photos, and heartwarming stories. It gave me a place to start, and maybe even a little confidence.

Here’s how it went: Read the rest of this entry »








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