I am no Icarus, I am cautious and try not to fly too close to the sun, but I am still susceptible to sunburn. Using sunscreen is an effective way to shield your skin from the ravages of the sun’s rays, but how do you protect your more delicate organs? What if the threat is […]

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  • December 14, 2016 - 7:49 am

    Peggy Gilbey McMackin - It’s 7:30 am and my brain hasn’t yet woke up, but just to say, nice Post, happy for you in the exhilarating moments, and though sad it didn’t last, am quite happy for your end resolution and positive outlook. Cheers to a more lasting next time!ReplyCancel

  • December 14, 2016 - 2:57 pm

    Patricia - Matters of the heart are always risky, but I am of the school, better to have loved and lost…
    Always take consolation in the fact that you were true to your feelings and went after a desire of your own. You can’t control the other aspects unfortunately, but imagine never taking these kinds of chances and feeling the exhilaration, if only short lived.
    Love the comparison to the sunburn. Wasn’t sure what “parts” you were talking about that you can’t use sunscreen on at first…lol. Glad it was about your heart… : )ReplyCancel

  • December 14, 2016 - 5:35 pm

    Nancy K. - I love this very honest look at dating, or whatever you want to call it. I especially love that you talk about getting burned without every using that term. At first I thought it was actually going to be about burns but quickly found myself completely drawn into the allegory. Excellent piece. Good luck out there!ReplyCancel

  • December 15, 2016 - 8:04 am

    Cindy D - This was so beautifully constructed; who among us can’t relate to being consumed by that feeling of being swept away? . Glad your burn is healing.ReplyCancel

  • December 15, 2016 - 8:05 am

    Donna-Louise Bishop - I loved your comparisons between sunburn and this relationship. I thought the parallels worked really well. I wondered if perhaps there was a bit too much about sunburn in the intro and maybe that could be filtered elsewhere in the piece? I found the initial jump from the sunburn to the relationship pulled me out of the piece a bit. Other than that, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this and your attention to detail/emotion/thoughts worked great. Awesome job.ReplyCancel

    • December 15, 2016 - 8:08 am

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Thanks Donna-Louise. I wondered about that as well.
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  • February 15, 2017 - 7:00 am

    Another Valentine’s Day » Chefs Last Diet - […] eyes, would you send a love letter and let them gaze into your heart and soul? I was recently wooed with texts and IMs and mistook the chatter for romance, silly […]ReplyCancel

At night, in secret, I offer whispered prayers to God, or the universe or myself, or whatever is out there listening. I am not a religious person, I haven’t been in a church or synagogue in many years. Most of my friends are atheists or careless observers of some sort. I don’t talk much about […]

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  • December 7, 2016 - 8:58 am

    Peggy Gilbey McMackin - A huge believer in the power of prayer, it seems that true gratitude gives us inner strength, as well as cognizance of those around us, a vehicle for accepting ourselves, and people as they are, lending a sense of peace and inner joy. My Grandson and I are currently reading The Five People You Meet in Heaven, I look at him, and his depth of understanding on how people connect and intertwine, feel so blessed and Thank God.ReplyCancel

    • December 7, 2016 - 10:18 am

      nrlowell@comcast.net - What a great book to read with him. I loved that.
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  • December 7, 2016 - 6:11 pm

    Nancy K. - “All I wanted was for the pain to stop, and that was what I prayed for night after night. I’m sure the pain would have stopped whether or not I prayed, it just gave me something to do instead of weep, and it became a habit.” — The turning point in your post resonated deeply. I’ve also felt lost since the election and you capture it in a quiet, reflective, way that leaves far more an impression than the vitriol I spew. Nicely written.

    There were a few places where I wanted an image. I want to know what your bed looks like during those prayers. Are your hands folded? Do you clutch the covers as you make these offerings?

    The ending ties up very nicely and connects both the prayers and the current state of affairs.ReplyCancel

  • December 8, 2016 - 11:21 am

    Ellen - I love the quiet calmness of this piece and how you are questioning prayer and almost trying to diminish its importance to you at the beginning. It feels like you are having a dialogue with yourself to justify this ritual, and I believe that in your last two sentences you answer your own questions beautifully.

    I do believe in the power of the prayer and that God gives us the answers we need and not necessarily what we want. And while I do believe in God, prayer does still confuse me sometimes. I haven’t worked out, though, why, when so many people were praying for a different result to the election, God seemingly thinks we needed this one.ReplyCancel

  • January 4, 2017 - 8:45 am

    Imaginary Conversations » Chefs Last Diet - […] in the middle of one of those imaginary conversations. Those unsaid words keep me up at night. My bedtime rituals, PZIZZ and the occasional Advil PM allow me to fall asleep, but anytime between 1:30 and 4:30 a.m I […]ReplyCancel

Many years ago I had a friend from Argentina who introduced me to the Spanish Tortilla, and it was love at first bite. A cousin to the Italian frittata, the Spanish tortilla goes by tortilla de patatas or tortilla española, and always includes potatoes. The frittata is a bit looser on the ingredients; the only must-have is […]

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If there was a jug of Almaden on the table I knew it would be a bad night. She often came home from work and had a glass of wine, or Sherry, but an Almaden night was different. I didn’t always know what had triggered it, and frankly the list of possible transgressions was long. […]

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  • November 30, 2016 - 8:37 am

    Peggy Gilbey McMackin - Well written Nancy.ReplyCancel

    • November 30, 2016 - 8:57 am

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Thanks Peggy. It almost wrote itself.ReplyCancel

  • November 30, 2016 - 10:56 am

    Nina - This is really well-written. I could imagine it as I read. I like how you used the Almaden as a symbol of the conflict in their relationship.ReplyCancel

    • November 30, 2016 - 11:01 am

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Thanks Nina.ReplyCancel

  • November 30, 2016 - 9:22 pm

    Cyn K - I like how you keep returning to the symbol of the jug of wine.ReplyCancel

  • December 1, 2016 - 6:03 am

    Danielle Dayney - I will echo what others have said. I felt like the jug of wine was a nice way to symbolize what was going on in the kitchen.

    You are quite the story weaver and your words seem effortless here. Good job, Nancy!ReplyCancel

    • December 1, 2016 - 6:48 am

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Thanks Danielle, this one has been percolating for a while.ReplyCancel

  • December 1, 2016 - 11:14 am

    Cindy - Love how you tell an entire lifetime story so deftly, one paragraph beautifully flowing to the next as time passes.ReplyCancel

    • December 1, 2016 - 12:47 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Cindy, thank you. ReplyCancel

  • December 1, 2016 - 3:05 pm

    Melony Boseley - Nancy, you are so amazing at giving so much information but making it flow into such a small space. I know that feeling of angst and felt it all over again. It must have been a tough life you led during that time.ReplyCancel

    • December 1, 2016 - 3:50 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Thanks Melony. As you know, sometimes it flows, sometimes it jerks along… Writing I mean 🙂ReplyCancel

  • December 2, 2016 - 12:37 pm

    theinnerzone - This piece is so well-written and executed. Beautifully done.ReplyCancel

    • December 2, 2016 - 1:20 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Thank you!
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Everyone has their favorite dish at Thanksgiving, and mine is stuffing. We have a loose leaf binder (our version of a family heirloom) that my sister Connie keeps in her possession; shared when someone else hosts the dinner. I’m happy she’s the one who holds it for us. I believe of the four of us, […]

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