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Grandma’s Kitchen
I woke up to the smell of bacon in my kitchen this morning and I smiled at how comforting I find that aroma even though I rarely eat bacon. It reminds me of childhood and breakfasts that lingered. Weekend breakfasts. And the smell of coffee in a percolator. Remember those? They produced the best sounds. I made coffee for a Mother’s Day Brunch I hosted last weekend and the aroma of that coffee brought forth a flood of “coffee memories.” Like when my first marriage ended and I felt compelled to purchase a...
read moreThe Wisdom Tooth Diet
I’m celebrating the successful extraction of my wisdom teeth. I had been agonizing the potential loss of these teeth for well over a year. My dentist said, “They need to come out.” I sought a second opinion. The oral surgeon said, “Well, as long as they’re not bothering you, I say leave them in. At YOUR age (Yes, he said that.) there’s more risk of something going wrong, actually. Yes, I say if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” (laughing boisterously) I didn’t know...
read moreBad Things, Good People
I’ve been taken to my knees a few times this past year. Sandy Hook left me weeping. Uncontrollably at times. I am a highly sensitive individual. I’m also a former first grade teacher. That tragedy cracked me open on so many levels. I couldn’t write. I had great difficulty planning my programs and curating recipes for my clients. I had to hire someone to post to my Chocolate for Breakfast fan page because I couldn’t fathom posting chocolate ‘humor’ while mothers were grieving the death of their cherubs. OUR cherubs. And now...
read moreChronicling the Crone
I looked in the mirror tonight and I saw a woman with clear steel gray eyes, a beautifully defined collar bone, and hair claiming the color of the crone. And she was beautiful and I bowed to her. Because I don’t EVER remember looking in the mirror and seeing Beauty. In fact, I don’t ever remember looking in the mirror. And I weep for all those wasted years that I chose to see only the flaws never once noticing the beauty that was mine to behold. ~Sue Ann Gleason, Chronicling the...
read moreLaunch Weary
True story. Yesterday I spent the better part of an afternoon crafting a newsletter to my community. In it I attempted to describe the five most important insights I had gained in my personal well-nourished woman journey. Tough to distill it down to five but I thought I did a pretty good job. I pressed “save.” I glanced at the email. I blinked once. I blinked twice. All but one short paragraph of the email had disappeared. I pressed every command key I could think of to get those words back on the page, kicking myself for not...
read moreMoving Through Grief
The fog is lifting. I was a little worried. It’s very rare that I find myself devoid of words, paralyzed, unable to write. But last week, grief came knocking. I wasn’t surprised. Just a little curious that none of my strategies, tools or tactics were working. Nothing in my toolkit could lift the all-encompassing sorrow I experienced in response to the heart-wrenching tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary. In the past I’ve called on ACTION. Action has never failed me. Action has seen me through personal loss. Action gives me some degree of...
read moreThere is Spaciousness in the Gray
There is Spaciousness in the Gray A Love Letter to my Beloved Clients (and to a younger me) Good Morning Beautiful, Yes you. Even during the holiday season, eating all the foods on your “mustn’t eat” list. Guess what? Black and white eating (and thinking) doesn’t serve you, anymore. There is spaciousness in the gray. You see, when you beat yourself up for not being perfect at this food thing; when you set standards for your eating (and probably your life) that no healthy woman should live up to, you’re entering...
read moreHappy Birthday, Dad. . .
Dear Dad,Happy birthday! You’re ninety one. It’s been a touch-and-go year. I’m so glad you decided to stick around a little longer. When I spoke to mom yesterday she thought your birthday had already passed. I told her it was tomorrow and we could celebrate all month. The date doesn’t matter, really. It’s the celebration that counts, right? And oh how you loved to celebrate! Remember that, dad? Every meal was a “party.” Today, on my facebook page, I am posting lemon confections in honor of your birthday....
read moreI Am My Father’s Daughter
I believe almost every desire or behavior around food has something to do with… memory, mouth feel, or mindset. When I began to explore those three facets of my own food life I began to see a subtle shift in my relationship to food. I stopped making food a villain and I began to soften my approach to nourishment. There were no longer good foods or bad foods. I no longer “fell off the wagon” when I wasn’t eating perfectly. My food repertoire expanded. And with that expansion came the absence of craving....
read moreUntold Stories
Last spring I invited you to share with me your “untold stories” around food and nourishment. Each time I launch my Well-Nourished Woman program, I am reminded that even though I have hundreds of useful tips and a PASSION for bringing ease and joy to your kitchen and artistry to your plate, there are much bigger issues at play when we enter the world of food and nourishment. We have a past. We have a food story. We have CRAZYbusy lives. Some of us even have some pretty strong ANTInourishment stories to unravel...
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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. 