Following recipes isn’t for everyone. Some people cook, and follow a recipe closely, reading through them carefully, and checking to make sure they have every single ingredient. There is merit in taking this approach; someone has already made the mistakes, and tried at least a few tests to make sure this is what they want […]

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  • March 2, 2015 - 8:06 am

    Erin - I didn’t realize what I do until I read your approach. I start by consulting recipes, then check to see what I have in the house, then make adjustments based on available ingredients and the tastes of my family. For baking, I am much more precise when following recipes but do change around the additional accent or garnish type ingredients. I’ve definitely become more confident over time in experimenting and trusting my own kitchen intuition. Thanks for sharing your approach!ReplyCancel

  • March 2, 2015 - 10:18 am

    Peggy Gilbey McMackin - Hi Nancy, like you, I rarely follow recipes with the exception of those related to baking. I do like to gather ideas from various sources, and sometimes photos or dishes inspire me to entirely different things. I don’t think I do this because I’m thinking I can prepare certain dishes so much better as much as I’ve been cooking for so many years now, although there is always much to learn, I’m just used to technique and the combination of ingredients. Interesting Post, thanks.ReplyCancel

As winter seems to drag on and on, and the cold has started seeping into my bones I am in a slow roasting kind of mood. Lately it seems like I am all about turning down the heat (at least in the kitchen) and opting to keep the oven on longer. Yesterday I saw a […]

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Falling apart can be a slow process, it can take years to even realize it’s happening, and I was pretty far gone, ignoring all the signs until one Sunday at church. You might ask what I was doing at church, and that is a fair question, because I am Jewish. I was there partly to […]

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  • February 24, 2015 - 12:58 pm

    Chasing Joy - This is a sad story but also uplifting in that you were able to release your feelings and come to a solution. I am glad you found a form of salvation in church.ReplyCancel

    • February 24, 2015 - 1:07 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Joy, like all my favorite stories, it has a happy ending!ReplyCancel

  • February 25, 2015 - 1:18 am

    Lindsey Renninger Schuster - Wow. Love this piece and your honesty. So glad you found a place to go to feel…ReplyCancel

    • February 24, 2015 - 9:01 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Thank you Lindsey. I am still grateful for it.ReplyCancel

  • February 25, 2015 - 6:04 am

    Michelle Longo - Defining moments. What would life be without them?
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    • February 26, 2015 - 6:35 am

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Michelle, I count on them to guide me!ReplyCancel

  • February 25, 2015 - 12:10 pm

    Andrew M. Potterfield - Thank youReplyCancel

  • February 26, 2015 - 3:29 pm

    Silverleaf - This is moving, heartbreaking and hopeful. It is rendered more powerful, I think, because you balance the depth of emotion with a realistic perspective; not every moment remembered is THE turning point, but it is still a vivid, meaningful moment worth exploring and sharing. Your descriptions brought me into that church with you.
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    • February 26, 2015 - 4:34 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Thanks so much. I find I am flooded with memories, but there are those particular moments that feel like ice water in my veins… It sounds like you’ve had those as well.ReplyCancel

  • February 26, 2015 - 8:18 pm

    Natalie - Don’t those moments always find us when we’re not looking for them?ReplyCancel

  • February 26, 2015 - 9:26 pm

    Meg Galipault - I’m so sorry you had to go through this but glad you were able to find a place of peace in which to make such a hard decision. Thanks for sharing.ReplyCancel

    • February 26, 2015 - 4:35 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Meg, what are we but a conglomeration of thousands of moments? Some tragic, some joyful and the rest lie along that continuum.ReplyCancel

How often do we recall an event, a meal, a transgression of one sort or another and say “I am certain” about that memory?  And we are, we would swear, we would bet money, we’d bet the farm… Memory though is a funny thing, and though we can see an event in our minds as […]

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  • February 23, 2015 - 7:22 am

    Quirky Chrissy - Memory is a funny thing, indeed. I have a near-eidedic, which strangely results in me occasionally having perfectly clear memories that never happened (typically dreams that felt so real, I think).ReplyCancel

    • February 23, 2015 - 12:59 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Cool!ReplyCancel

Where does compassion live? Are we born with is, or is it something we are taught, or not?  I am pleased to be part of the #1,000 Voices Speak for Compassion project, and today my post is devoted to that. “In Germany they came first for the Communists, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t […]

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  • February 20, 2015 - 10:33 am

    Rena McDaniel - A very beautiful post! Intolerance and prejudice should have no place in a country like ours.ReplyCancel

  • February 20, 2015 - 11:29 am

    Quirky Chrissy - I like to think that this movement of compassion is a beautiful step. Perhaps we’ll start a world day of compassion. Who knows?
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    • February 22, 2015 - 6:16 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - It’s worth trying!ReplyCancel

  • February 20, 2015 - 12:33 pm

    Susan Baldauf - Bravo and thanks; I stand with you!ReplyCancel

  • February 20, 2015 - 5:36 pm

    Susie Baldauf - “In Germany they came first for the Communists, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Jew. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a trade unionist. Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn’t speak up because I was a Protestant. Then they came for me, and by that time no one was left to speak up.” So tired of all the hatred in this country and in the world.ReplyCancel

  • February 21, 2015 - 11:31 am

    Peggy Gilbey McMackin - Thoughtful Post Nancy. I believe compassion begins with individuals. People become more tolerant and understanding as they expose themselves to others, I have found this to be true among different races and cultures of people, people meet, become engaged, and before you know it, they have embraced what before might have seemed so different. Compassion to me does not seem like something we espouse based on mere righteousness,anyone can claim this if they see something as intrinsically wrong,it is only by the actual inter-engagement of individuals that changes hearts and minds.ReplyCancel

    • February 21, 2015 - 12:50 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Peggy, I couldn’t agree more! I do wish that when encountering someone different, or in need more people would have the impulse to acct out of curiosity and compassion rather than fear and mistrust. I believe there is a strong element in the US that is pushing people away from compassion and towards at best suspicion and at worst hatred, and that is unfortunate for everyone.ReplyCancel

  • February 22, 2015 - 11:21 am

    Suheiry Feliciano - Oh, Nancy, what a beautiful and thought-provoking post. Reading this made me feel so much affection for you. I feel like you are a true comrade in the battle against the atrocities we commit against each other. It’s horrifying how so many people comfortably ignore the unjust acts committed in this country over the past centuries and even today. Thank you for writing this.
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    • February 22, 2015 - 5:59 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Suheiry, Thank you! I am often shocked or saddened by things I hear, but Friday was an amazing day! I am still making my way through the many stories of compassion. I have to pace myself, as many of them bring me to tears.ReplyCancel

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