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The Untold Stories
I’ve been experiencing a little blogging bewilderment lately. Sometimes my thoughts spill out of me in currents splashing on the page looking for a place to land. I write in notebooks. I write on the computer. I write on little pieces of paper that eventually find their way into a pile, a box, or an envelope waiting to be crafted into a blog post, a journal entree, a teleclass, a talk. But much of my writing these past two months has been falling into the “untold stories” pile. That’s where I grapple with the darker...
read moreA Unique Garden Story For Sure
Did I tell you the story about my $600 container garden? Probably not. It’s a little embarrassing. I had just decided it was time TO GROW my very own vegetables. The conventional produce was beginning to outweigh the organic produce at my local market and, frankly, I eat FAR MORE produce than my CSA basket could provide. GREEN smoothies. GREEN juices. Winter GREENS. Seriously simple GREEN salads. I should have been a rabbit. Besides, I wanted to get my hands in the soil. I wanted to nibble the greens straight from the garden. I wanted to...
read moreIntention
Intention. This word has been whirling and swirling in my head for the past few weeks. Probably because I just stepped into yet another entrepreneurial endeavor… driven by passion, yes. But also, intention. I began my Chocolate for Breakfast adventure with the intention of building a community of chocolate lovers who shared similar viewpoints on pleasure … and permission. But much to my surprise (and delight) the chocolate journey took on a life of its own. As my facebook fan base grew, chocolate makers from all over the world...
read moreBest of 2011
I began this post as a newsletter. As a list. I typed. And I typed. And I typed. For me, composing a newsletter is an all day affair. There’s the formatting.And the photos.And the links. There’s the, “Hmmmmmmmmm, how will this look in another browser?” And don’t forget the recipe. Everyone loves the recipe! And just when I was about to finish up and join my husband for New Year’s Eve celebration, I hit the spell check button and the whole newsletter changed to HTML, right before my bleary eyes. OMG, where...
read moreSelf-Care Slump
Do you ever feel like all you want to do is stay home, eat chocolate and crawl into your woman cave? That was me this past week. I hit a wall. It felt like steel. Cold. Hard. Blue. I’m a force in the world. A happy, resourceful, tenacious, spirit-rich woman. I don’t hit walls. I move through the world like FIRE. I love my life. I love my work. I love feeding people and inspiring women to enter their kitchens with new hope and new enthusiasm. But this week, I couldn’t find the motivation to color my own plate. “That’s what you’re...
read moreIt’s the Money, Honey
Money Who hasn’t struggled with money—finding it, keeping it, saving it sweeping it under the carpet My husband experiences buyer’s remorse when he goes through a tollbooth. I, on the other, hand think nothing of dropping $89 on a designer stash of chocolate from France hand painted with vegetable dyes too pretty to eat divine and dignified chocolate Now, I don’t want you to think I lack money scruples. Admittedly, I’m not a bargain shopper. But then again, I’m not a shopper. Unlike many women who love to shop...
read moreElder Care or Care(less)
We walk into the front lobby and we feel comforted by the giant birdcage, the pleasant arrangement of magazines that adorn the contemporary stone table between two warm and cozy chairs. We don’t notice that the magazines are old copies of Runner’s World. It’s been a very long time since any of the residents here needed to know how to prepare for the next big race. The marketing director ushers us into her office, heels clicking. She assures us that my dad will be well cared for here. “The staff is warm and dedicated.” She doesn’t...
read moreWhat Men Really See When They Look at You
Casual Stroll? Not Me. . . I took a walk in the park yesterday. It was very different from the kind of walk I used to take. There was a time in my life when a “stroll” through a park would have seemed like a lost opportunity. I could have been burning calories or getting my heart rate up. In fact, the word “walk” is really an oxymoron for the kind of exercise I engaged in. My exercise routine was more like a mini triathlon. I “warmed up” on an exercise bike, followed by a vigorous race walk, and then,...
read moreRaw Food Rapture, No More Java
No more java? It’s been a long time since I gave up my morning dose of caffeine in a cup but I do remember the experience. Vividly. It was like a week-long hangover—dull aching headache, a when-will-I-wake-up-and-smell-the-roses again feel as I viewed my surroundings through the low-lying fog in my brain. I was traveling with Elizabeth. Elizabeth gives new meaning to the word vivacious. She leaps through life, dancingLAUGHINGorchestrating the next adventure for anyone willing to accompany her on the ride. Elizabeth had enthusiastically...
read more12 Reasons to Shop at MOMs Organic Market (or a similar market near you)
Over-the-Moon About MOMs I’m over-the-moon excited about a new market that’s opening up in town: MOMs Organic Market. True confession: I’m a grocery store junkie. Not just any grocery store. I haven’t shopped in a large chain supermarket in many, many years. Can’t stand the lighting and my body can no longer tolerate chemical-laden food. Some will, undoubtedly, call me a food snob. Others will say, “Easy for YOU to shop organic. I have a whole family to feed.” Know what? I don’t buy it. I think...
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Sue Ann Gleason is a culinary nutritionist, radiant life expert, and writer living in the Washington, DC area with her husband John. When not working with clients, she can be found sampling exotic chocolates or building broccoli forests in her mashed potatoes. 