Decades (ack, how can that be?) into my professional life and grown-up life, I want to help. I have made god knows how many breakfasts, lunches and dinners. I have commuted god knows how many hours. I could do the math to lend some detail, but that would just prompt me to close the laptop in desperation and go to sleep. Through my younger years I always thought it presumptuous to memory-keep or advice-give. I still do, mostly. But I now have enough life experience to help. Little “h” help. More than a bit would tip the balance, which is already off-kilter among my three young sons and my husband and my job and my wondering how I can squeeze more out of each day. Changing the world is daunting–helping with a big “H” is for those wiser and more caffeinated than I.
But instead of continuing to procrastinate, a characteristic pointed out in my fourth grade parent-teacher conference about 35 years ago, I am going to take note of what makes me smile, saves a few dollars, shortcuts spare minutes. Like salads: They were so blessedly boring in my ’70s childhood, limp iceberg and mealy tomatoes (no offense, Mom). Flash-forward so many years later and there’s a whole palette of greens and a rainbow beyond, ruffly leaves and crisp crucifers and mild and bitter combinations of flavor, all tossed or chopped or composed. Every bowl, plate or platter of salad might boast as many fruits as it does veggies, fruits and nuts and cheeses making the dish more than a starter and yet a good place to start. Salads are energized, better, improved and even worthy of craving.
Here I hope to build a tiny space to share ideas and bright spots for making moments more memorable or simple enough to merely cut through the chaos of life. I’ll dabble in all my hobbies: parenting (ha! hobby!), and cooking and reading and shopping. I don’t pretend to know much; the smartest acknowledgment is to recognize that there are always better ways and means. But every so often I cook something or read something or buy something or see something lovely that might be of use. And here is where I’ll pass it along. If then, you, too, tell tales of how to do better, well, those little bits just might matter–and, for that matter, help.