Who we really are…

In this season my life is moving so fast, if I’m not careful it’s quite easy to miss all of the lessons right before my eyes.

A few of my co workers are quite accomplished but no one would ever know it because it’s not worn on their sleeves nor they brag about it. The crazy thing is, the one that are not, are usually the ones always doing the bragging. Hey, I sum it all up to life. Yesterday something triggered the fire alarm and we all ran out of the building. After the fire department came, left and everything went back to normal I started thinking of the fact that I never took my hand bag with me, in fact none of did. I thought about all the important cards I have in my purse and my cellphone which I always seem attached.  At the time of the incident they weren’t even a thought. Our main focus was evacuating the people we surport.

A few months ago I had the pleasure of interacting with a gentleman almost everyday at the last stage of his life and now I watching another man die. We are making sure he’s comfortable in every way possible. He no longer eats or drinks, so at this point, he seems to be living in moments. We move a long our day but everytime we enter his room we are faced with the reality of all our faith. This leads me to think of who we really are. As I reflect on these two men, I think of who they were and how they made me feel whenever I’m in their presence. Hmmm, you know that saying you can’t take it with you? It is real. Just like when life happened I couldn’t take my handbag with me. My focus was on the moment.

I wrote all this to say. Every second of this existence means something. The goals we work on are legacies. They will be seen and we will be remembered for them but who are we really? Those things are not who we are. We are the smile we give to others, the selflessness, the kind words, the unconditional love, the light of encouragement, free spirited, get angry but forgive easy, we are the pain we cause others, the abusive nature..etc Not everyone is going to like us, agree with us and relationships will end. However, who are we?  I don’t know the two gentlemen for a long time but they both have a special place in my heart. All entirely based on who they are/were.

It’s the little things.

Who doesn’t enjoy staying  warm on cold winter days. For me, there is no better way to spend my time then snuggled up with a book, a movie, porridge or soup. Comfort food are the best. They relax me and give me such delight. This is what potato soup feels like to me. So yesterday I was home and decided to make some. I have never made it on my own, I always bought it from a restaurant. So I looked online for the recipe, and after a few ajustments I was triumphant. It was sooo good. I even brought some for lunch today.


Set a large Dutch oven over medium-high heat. Add the bacon and cook until crispy, 6 to 8 minutes; remove to a plate. When cool, crumble and set aside for garnish.
Add the onions and garlic to the pot, and cook in the rendered bacon grease until softened, 4 to 5 minutes. Add the flour and some salt and pepper, and stir until combined. Cook for 3 minutes, so the raw flour taste cooks out. Add the chicken broth and heavy cream, whisking to remove any flour lumps. Add the potatoes and cook over medium heat until tender, about 10 minutes.
With a potato masher, break up the cooked potatoesthis will yield a thick and chunky consistency. Whisk in sour cream and then the shredded cheddar; let it melt through.
Serve garnished with crispy crumbled bacon and sliced scallions.

I did not use bacon because I am a vegetarian. Nor did I use sour cream or cheddar. I boiled the potatoes in plain water, along with all the seasons and onion until the water is almost gone. Then I add milk, kale and boil again.

What is/are your comfort food?

Reset button… 


I’ve been under a rock, a very comfortable rock. My time away as been spent gathering the many pieces I have in my head. There were many times I thought of different things to write but instead I chose to fill my free time with beautiful nothingness. This is because I had little of it.    I have learnt a lot about myself, my friends and life. A lot of things I thought I already knew, I needed to learn again. I lost a friend, and gained a few more. Situations have taught me just how strong I am, and God keeps showing how great he is.

  I have a way to go before I get to most of my goals or things being the way I like. However, I feel wiser, loved, cared for by the people who counts and I can feel God’s presence even stronger in my life. I appreciate my life, family and friends. I am not owed anything, so everything is a gift. Even though the journey may not be easy. I believe the difficulties are placed there so I will appreciate the destination.  

The point is, I’ve grown, and my hope for 2016 is that I will grow even more… Happy new year!!!  

A moment in paradise. 

What have I been up to? Not much but then something that I’ve been waiting for finally happened; vacation!!! 😃 I felt like a kid again. There was something different about this getaway. The only thing I would change is, extending our stay just a bit longer. 


I got to watch my friend get married and be super happy.



I hang out with my sister on her birthday..




My diva hat.



I haven’t been this excited to be in the sun , in a very long time.




The best part was , I got to share it all with my love.


Phenomenal Woman.

My “what the heck was I thinking, why am I so stupid, when will I learn?” moments have lifted me high and grounded my state of mind.

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips.

All the “you can’t, why bother, you will never…” now makes me smile. I am on my ready… set… go, for the many more life will throw my way.

I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet.

Insecurity tired to assassinate my confidence, but in time I learnt how to embrace my authenticity.

Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can’t touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can’t see. I say, It’s in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style.

From the tip of my longest strand of hair, to the bottom of my feet; God never made any mistake when he molded me.

Now you understand Just why my head’s not bowed. I don’t shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It’s in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, ‘Cause I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me.

 Maya Angelou

Park Avenue on a Rainy Day



I am standing in the rain at the intersection of the Mythical Avenue and Ordinary Life Street in New York City.  If there’s a map at your side, look for where E. 92nd Street crosses Park Avenue.  That’s where I am standing, safely protected from the speeding traffic, on the landscaped Mall that separates the uptown two lanes from the two downtown lanes.  In the Spring and Summer, the various block associations would pool their resources and have the Mall planted with thousands of  flowers, usually tulips…so red and so yellow that your eyes would water.  During the holidays, the small trees would be lit up in beautiful lights.  All along a quiet oasis of real earth on a strip that extends for fifty blocks to the south and another hundred-fifty blocks to the north…give or take a few. You’ve got a map, count them.

It’s a mid-January afternoon and…

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