At my house, our french press requires 8 tablespoons of whole coffee beans for the perfect brew.
A few weeks ago, I swapped out my tablespoon for a 1/2 cup. This brought the required number of coffee bean scoops down from eight to one (because 8 tablespoons = 1/2 cup).
Boom. The next few days I cruised through the . . .
Beep. Our phones wake us up with their little alarms. How useful that our phones have alarms, right? One less thing to buy.
We grab the phone. We look at it, because it’s in our hand.
Ooooh, new notifications. A text. Some breaking news about Trump or Russia or sexual predators or something. A reminder about that meeting . . .
We are studious in high school so we get into a good college.
We study and stress in college so we get a degree.
We use our degree to get a good job.
We work hard at our job so we can make a lot of money.
We make a lot of money so we can retire!
And then ...
It turns out, there is . . .
Before she died, my Nana wrote a memoir.
A true love labor, she spent months crafting her stories, working with a local writer to hone the tone of each memory. It was a work for end of life. For reflection. And for sharing of wisdom.
When she finished, she wanted it printed. A small run for friends and family.
She asked her . . .
Over dinner during this past New Year's Eve, a group of us sat around the table and all went around and said "For me, this is the year of ______________."
Every person filled in the blank with their theme for the year - their guiding principle.
For me, this is the year of generosity.
This year is all about being generous with . . .
In Michael Pollan's book Cooked: A Natural History of Transformation, he shares one of the lessons he learned during his journey from industrial eater to home cook:
When chopping onions, just chop onions.
There is nowhere else to be. There is nothing else to do. Just chop the onion.
It's always been hard for humans to do . . .