Three Fine Gents

Yesterday I had lunch with three fine gentlemen. Gentlemen No. 1- Jim. I have known Jim since the late 1980’s. He was a client of mine and over time we morphed into great friends. Over the years we have kept in touch via impromptu in person visits, Christmas cards, Facebook sharing and occasionally, an unexpected phone call that lasts for over an hour while I drive to Rochester. Gentlemen No.2- Donald. Donald and I have known each other and worked…

Do you know what makes you happy?

Last weekend I was sitting on the outdoor patio at Lakeside Farm. This farm is a perfect combination of local farm stand with a country store, wonderful people, and a topnotch breakfast. Chip and I like to sit outside as long as we can, weather permitting. As I was sitting there waiting for Chip just breathing in the aroma of fresh tomatoes, peaches, and apples, I over heard a grandpa and his young grandson. They were commenting on the very…

Empty Nest Chicken Rolls

It has been nine days since Jack started at the University of Alabama and 24 hours since Amelia returned to RIT. The nest is empty except for Izzy and her snoring keeps the silence from becoming deafening. Dinners have taken on a new meaning and geared towards a more flexible palate. No more rushing to get someone to work or practice or to the movies. It is silent and still. The kitchen no longer has chocolate milk and apple juice…

Dear Jack,

I clearly remember the morning I went into labor with Amelia. I got up, took a shower shaved my legs, and changed my voice mail telling the world that I was going to be a mom. Dad and I were in the garage and just before we got in the car to go to the hospital, I turned to him and said, “Chip, this is the last time we will be alone as a couple for a long time.” A…

It’s corn season: Corn Salsa and Mexican Street Corn  

Years ago, I worked for a wonderful company, based Springfield, IL. I remember the first time I flew into the home office and all I saw were corn fields. Spectacular color from above and tall and majestic from the road. (...and yes guys, I remembered never to cut through a corn field. I did not want to suffocate!) Living in Upstate New York, we have our share of corn too, albeit smaller in field size, but still fresh corn. What…