Solace in the kitchen

The kitchen used to be enemy territory for me. I grew up with a mother who cooked out of necessity. I did not see joy in her face while she prepared meals. My father, on the other hand, saw cooking as one of the highest creative pursuits. He could cobble a spread from whatever happened…

A sweet Valentine’s Day

As many of you enjoyed candlelit dinners, downed bright and bubbly valentinis and admired breathtaking bouquets yesterday, I too celebrated. Not love. Not romance. Not even with a box of chocolates. I celebrated sending my taxes off to my accountant. No snickers allowed. I’m a right brainer. On the Myers-Briggs scale, I’m a firm ENFP….