Well Read

 

Like most of the country, we’ve had weird unseasonal weather down here. Last time I wrote you, it was so hot we were eating salads for dinner. Now it’s definitely autumn, with a freeze or two thrown in for good measure.

One day it’s flip-flops, and the next it’s boots and a puffy jacket. Ah, Texas.

I am grateful that I can choose not to go anywhere when the weather is beastly… and stay home and spend the day reading. As a friend recently said, “We’re retired, every day is Saturday!” Now that I can focus enough to savor a well-written book again, I want to share what I’ve recently read and loved. I think all of these would make great holiday gifts for the readers on your list.

  1. City of Girls by Elizabeth Gilbert – I am a big fan of all Ms. Gilbert’s work, although my favorite is still The Signature of All Things. This newest book creates an immersion into the sexy and fast-paced 1940’s show-biz, club scene with a coming-of-age tale that will sweep you up and take you along for the roller-coaster ride!
  2. Educated by Tara Westover – This New York Times best-seller is a stunning, insightful memoir that reads like the very best fiction. The author was born to survivalists in the Idaho mountains. Her family distrusted both the educational and medical systems, and lived with their own skewed code of ethics. Teaching herself enough to get into college, she went on to graduate from Brigham Young, Harvard and Cambridge Universities.  An eye-opening read about a young woman’s courage and conviction to get not only an education, but a better life for herself.
  3. Small Fry by Lisa Brennan-Jobs – Another memoir, this one is by Steve Jobs’ daughter. I will say, I alternately hated him, wanting to quit reading, and felt sorry for him. It felt voyeuristic to keep reading at times… and my heart broke over and over for the author. The book gave me some perspective on Steve Jobs, being told by a wise, insightful, and talented writer that wanted to love him, and be loved by him in return.
  4. Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens – Also a N.Y.T. bestseller, and it’s very easy to see why! This story – of a fiercely independent young girl living alone in the marsh, leads up to a suspected murder that takes place in 1969, the year I graduated high-school. I found it easy to empathize with, and admire, the main character. I know I could not have had the courage to live as she did. I also appreciate that this is the author’s first novel, and she just turned 70. If you love nature (and Barbara Kingsolver’s books) you will absolutely love this book!
  5. Sand & Water by Michael Hoerning – Who knew a romance story could also be a can’t-put-it-down-page-turner?  I’m not a fan of the romance genre, but this engaging and well-written debut novel won me over. Romance, friendship, personal growth and spirituality, this book has it all. And, the icing on the cake… Michael is my cousin! I am very happy that his work is so good, and hope he writes another book soon.

I’ve also been re-reading my own book: Sick and Tired & Sexy, Living Beautifully with Chronic Illness. I find that it’s good to remind myself of what I know… taking my own advice, so to speak.

All of the books here are available at Amazon.com. Now, I need your help: have you read a great book you’d like to recommend? I need a great vacation read. One that will distract me on the plane, and amuse/entertain/educate me poolside. Please share your ideas in the comments below.

Thank you in advance,

XO Donna


Nice Nicoise

My Tuna Nicoise

 

 

Our weather has been a roller-coaster here in central Texas. After record-breaking non-stop heat, I believe we had 45 consecutive days  of triple-digits, now we are in our normal fall pattern of hot-cold-hot.

One day it’s in the 60’s, the next it’s in 90’s. Two days ago I wore a sweatshirt, jeans and boots… this afternoon, I’m going over to the pool. We have a saying here, “If you don’t like the weather, wait a minute… it’ll change!”

We’ve passed the mid-way point of October, and although I couldn’t wait for the heat to end, (I was beginning to doubt that it would) now that I know with certainty that it will, I am savoring these last few days of summer.

It was too hot to cook one night, so I kept it simple by preparing a hearty Salade Nicoise.  (In case you haven’t head of it before, it is pronounced “ni – swaz,” meaning in the style of Nice.) I knew it was a town in France, but what I didn’t know was that it’s on The Riviera; famous for it’s perfect sunny climate, spectacular views, aqua water, and stunning beaches. Think Cannes! Monaco! Bond!

This salad makes perfect sense coming from a place where food is made from what is locally and seasonally available at their markets.

From Shutterstock.

 

I first had it years ago prepared with seared tuna atop crispy Romaine lettuce and veggies. I thought that was how it was supposed to be served.

After delving into it’s gastronomic history, I found out that ain’t necessarily so.

At it’s simplest and most traditional – it’s lettuce, green beans, beautiful black olives, capers, fresh anchovies and a dressing of virgin olive oil, vinegar, and fresh garlic, basil, salt & pepper. It usually accompanies fish or chicken. Just a salad.

Workers made it into a hearty lunch by adding boiled potatoes and a soft hard-boiled egg or two.

I sear either Ahi or Yellowtail tuna outdoors on the grill. Indoors, I do it with the vent-fan on in a very hot skillet, and it has “pride of place” on top of my salad. You can also use tinned tuna from Italy –  it’s very different from ours. Otherwise, just use good albacore tuna from your grocery store.

You needn’t get too hung-up on ingredients, use what fresh ingredients you have on hand and enjoy it!

Sometimes I will eat the potatoes, sometimes I choose not to – staying true to my Primal Lifestyle diet, which has really helped reduce auto-immune disorder aches and pains.

I have yet to add anchovies, but may buy some jarred ones and after rinsing and patting-dry, give them a try. Do you have a favorite meaty, not-too-salty, brand I can try?

Here is my favorite dressing, a simple vinaigrette from Martha Stewart:
2/3 cup extra-virgin olive oil
1 TBL fresh lemon juice
3 TBLS wine vinegar
2TBLS Dijon mustard
1 clove garlic, minced
1 TBL fresh chopped basil
1 TBL fresh chopped parsley or dill

Whisk it all together. Let me know your thoughts, send in photos with a comment – I’d totally love that! And let’s enjoy these last few days of summer together, over a meal.

XO Donna 



The Best Medicine

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I’ve made progress since the strokes three months ago. I’m driving again, going for walks, reading Liz Gilbert’s “City Girls” and able to concentrate. I still prefer the ease of Netflix and Prime because I don’t have to focus so intensely… and there’s always the rewind button. 

All of this lounging about watching movies originally felt like a vacation… but it was beginning to feel like a rut. Was I bored? You bet. Feeling a touch depressed? That, too… and those are both new feelings to me.

I’ve been finding motivation, energy, and inspiration hard to come by. What’s a gal to do? Enter sister #5, Elizabeth.

She called to ask if she could come visit. She has been working full-time, then going home and taking care of her grandsons every evening so her daughter can work. I don’t know how she manages, that’s two full-time jobs!  Of course, I told her “C’mon down!”

Her imminent arrival provided the motivation to finish up the guest room by buying new pillows and sheets, and finally repairing a pretty set of Asian lamps that had been damaged in storage. I also ordered the perfect nightstand from Amazon and put it together. I love putting things together, don’t you? Hardware stores, Amazon, and IKEA are my idea of heaven! I prefer them to shopping for clothes… which explains the gaps in my wardrobe.

Elizabeth, on the other hand, is an expert shopper. Efficient, always perfectly pulled-together, and great at spotting a bargain!  Which doesn’t add up to traveling lightly. We joke about how I can travel for a week with one small carry-on… and she needs her own bellman and porter! 

She’s my youngest sister, there’s a fourteen year difference between us, and only a five year difference between her and my son, Jason. She came to live with me for almost a year when she was sixteen… and it created a special bond between us. And, my son, an only child, had a very cool “big sister” for a while.

Thankfully, she arrived from Wisconsin with only one item on her agenda: floating in the pool every day. I could manage that. After living here for six months, we finally went to the Activities Center and signed up so I could accommodate her wish. What a milestone! 

My sweetie even rented a golf-cart for us to use while she was here, so we could get to the pool and back. The first night we had it, the three of us crammed ourselves into the seat and went out “joyriding” after the sun had set and the air cooled down. We zipped along (and I use that term loosely, because top speed is 20 mph) giggling about the cramped seating and enjoying the night. 

“Hey, you do see that snake, right?” Elizabeth said.
“What snake?”
“Um, the one we just ran over!” 

Oh, dang… we turned around and went back, and sure enough, we had squished a baby rattlesnake!!  I felt terrible, but no telling how many residents we’d saved by eliminating the threat of a rogue rattlesnake rampage!

We had exceptional weather while she was here, (now, it’s relentlessly hot) and we spent each day at the pool, and each evening out on the patio telling stories and laughing. I shared my healthy-food lifestyle, and she shared the very best smear-proof eyeshadow and made us her famous Banana Pudding for July 4th.

She provided me the motivation to get out-and-about and enjoying life again, and gifted me with not only with her presence, but with acceptance and love. That kind of healing is something no amount of medicine can do for us. 

XO Donna


Sharing is Caring

I know I’ve been sporadic in my posting here, but I am still working to regain my health. I look forward to being able to concentrate, and writing two separate blogs again soon.

My healing process has involved one of my least favorite things: distinguishing between what I have control over… and what I do not!  Which, as it turns out, is almost everything.

Damn! Damn! Damn!

XO Donna

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A Kid at Heart

I blink and it’s a whole new year! So much has happened, and continues to happen so quickly, that it feels as if everything is happening at once… which according to Einstein, Feynman, and Hawking, it is. Which goes a long way toward explaining why I received an invitation to my 50th high school reunion this summer. That can’t be possible, I feel as if I just graduated a few years ago!

I’m pleased as punch (where did that expression come from?) to be writing this with a steady wi-fi connection in our new house. What a luxury! We closed on the 3rd, the movers arrived on the 4th, and the next day we pulled our RV to the curb and unloaded our belongings. What a sight… but our neighbors assured us it’s a common one around here! Then began the Herculean task of figuring out where the contents of all those stored boxes went.

I thought we had eliminated everything that didn’t spark joy, but was surprised to find boxes full of familial guilt. You know, the items you neither want or need, but have dutifully kept, and repeatedly moved, because they belonged to a deceased relative.

Another surprise was being reunited with things that I loved when they went into storage, and realizing that I’d lost that lovin’ feeling.

As a result of these awarenesses, we made a breakthrough decision to use my sweetie’s Grandmother’s exquisite etched glassware for cocktails, and not worry about whether it’s get broken. We realized we can’t take it with us, and our kids don’t want it.

If you also read my most recent article at 1010ParkPlace you already know that I injured my shoulder as a result of the move. I was lucky enough to see Dr. Barbara Bergin, a multi-talented woman and my new heroine! Do check out her blog Dr. Barbara Bergin because she’s a treasure trove of advice for women, delivered in a witty way, that will keep us feeling sexy way past 60! I am being mindful of my shoulder, moving it gently, and it’s healing. Slowly. Very slowly. Patience is still not one of my strong points… I can’t wait to get back to yoga and the gym.

I hope you were able to see the Blood Wolf Moon eclipse this past Sunday, the viewing conditions were ideal here, and it was out of this world! I wouldn’t have missed it for anything, but I’ve been moonstruck since I was a baby.

St. Louis, 1952

My parents always told me that I’d slap on the wall between our bedrooms at night calling them and yelling, “Moon, moon!” until one, or the other, of them appeared, bedraggled, and lifted me from my crib to carry me to the window. If it wasn’t visible, like a broken record, I kept asking “Where’d the moon go?” until they struck upon an answer that satisfied me for that night and I’d go back to sleep.

They finally moved my crib across the room, beside the window. Unused to not being wakened, they awoke the first few nights to check on me, and found me inside the curtains, nose pressed against the window, talking to the moon.
To this day, my father still affectionately calls me his Moonchild, and fifty-year reunion or not, I’m still that kid at heart!

XO Donna