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13 Jun 2018

the four-hour bolognese (updated recipe)

I went through a dark phase where the smell of meat made me ill. It was a combination of buying spoiled meat from Whole Foods (and not recognizing it until I got home and it stunk up my entire apartment) and a bout of food poisoning. My disgust was so real that I couldn’t even…

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03 Jun 2018

gluten-free matcha waffles

When I love something, I love it down to the bone. I fall hard and the bottom gives way and, for a moment, I forget a life existed before the infatuation. One year, I ate avocados so much I became allergic to them. Another year, a friend suggested I quit it with the chickpeas because…

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25 May 2018

the ultimate comfort food: cheesy beef pasta

If I had one weakness (well, I have many, but I digress), it’s this pasta. I found the original recipe on Tastemade and it reminded me of the old-school Hamburger Helper I used to eat when I was a kid, but all dressed up. I futzed with the original quite a bit to suit my…

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18 Jun 2017

sausage and fennel rigatoni (gluten + dairy-free)

  Last night, I spent time with new friends who probably love food more than I do. They’re all about the hunt. Forget the fancy pants, reservations-only eateries, they’re more into the hidden gems–L.A. institutions and incredible Korean BBQ in strip malls. Yesterday, we feasted on Greek food that was full of flavor and low…

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15 Jun 2017

the best roasted chicken you’ll ever make

  It’s been a while since I’ve blogged. Candidly, I started to resent putting myself out there so publicly, feeling odd when strangers seemed to think they know me based on what I chose to share online. I won’t return to this space daily or share to the degree of intimacy to which you’d grown…

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  • Do the thing that chills you down to the bone. I keep saying this like it’s a sermon, a song, and it’s taken me to places I couldn’t have ever imagined. . I moved to Los Angeles nearly three years because I need to get lost, uncomfortably so, so I could find myself, scrubbed and renewed. And these three years have been some of the hardest I’ve known, but also humbling, exhilarating, and clarifying. In my search for quiet and calm, I could finally hear myself. And when you hear, you start to listen to what you want versus what the world tells you to want. And that’s when the magic happens. . This year, I made a point of serving women and the marginalized. I got tired of making white men richer; the rest of us deserve the sky too. And in that work, I got further clarity on what else I wanted. I wanted to work with women my age to help them define their second acts. Moving from success to significance, now that we’re more conscious of the fact that we have fewer years ahead of us. Morbid, I know, but recognizing time as the most valuable thing we have has a way of making us surgical about our wants. . Today, I closed on a project with a peer and good friend. She’s a successful entrepreneur who wanted to reshape her business to be more of a purpose-driven one. I feel humbled that she trusted me with her vulnerability. She told me she was buying clarity and perspective. I gave her that and a framework. Before I left, she hugged me and told me she had a plan. That the road ahead was clear, structured and achievable. And damn that felt good. . I’m in a Lyft on the 101 and I feel good. Strong. Confident. Sometimes I hate that I’m in my 40s, but it’s times like these when I’m grateful for the years. I’ve been through it all and I have perspective, knowledge, experience, and the kind of calm age breeds. I can’t even imagine what I’ll know in 10 years, 20 . And it feels really fucking good to lift another woman up. . . . . #realtalk #businesscoaching #storyteller #lifelessons #weekendvibes #thehustleisreal #femtrepreneur #entrepreneur #risingtidesociety
  • Four years ago, when this photo was taken, I attempted a return to my yoga practice. I practiced every nearly every day from 2001-2009, but then I stopped. When I tried again in 2014, I was ready to reassume the shapes I knew, physically, but I wasn’t prepared for how this practice changes you if you allow it. The practice makes you a humble student. It’s not about the asana. It’s about your work off the mat. ✨ My teacher once told me the mark of an advanced practitioner is not the yogi kicking up into handstand. That’s ego. Rather, it’s the yogi who goes to a basics class to relearn the poses as if she’s encountered them for the first time. That’s the practice. The work. ✨ At 42, this is the work I try to do every single day. . . . . . #yoga #yogaposes #yogaeverydamnday #wednesdaywisdom #risingtidesociety #lifelessons #dothework
  • Do the thing that chills you down to the bone. I’ve been thinking about time a lot, as well as ambition. . When I was young, I was hungry. I was aggressive and relentlessly ambitious to the point of being myopic. I had to prove something to the world, myself, perhaps my mother, and I needed to collect these totems or the signifiers of success. . But there comes a point when you shift from desiring success to significance. The shift is imperceptible, but it happens because you start to be aware of time and the fact that you have fewer years ahead than behind. That realization is potent and frightening because death takes it all, strips us of ourselves and we return to that from which we’ve come. We can’t cart along our trophies and bank accounts and handbags to the afterlife. Those things have been reduced to dust and they no longer have any meaning. . You start thinking about time and its value. Am I squandering it? Investing in it? Living it? Breathing through it. . I’m frightened of death and the irony that I wanted to take my own life two years ago doesn’t escape me. I don’t have faith that could hold my hand and guide me through and out of the dark. I simply believe there’s nothing and this life is the one true thing I know of. . Suddenly success morphs into significance because you start to do the math and wonder what you’ve done in this one beautiful life that will leave its mark. Maybe we’ll all be forgotten. Maybe we’ll leave indelible prints that linger. I don’t know. . What I do know is that the definition of success is elusive. Just when you think you have it, it changes form. And the things I wanted five, ten years ago aren’t that which I desire now. There’s want, but it’s a different kind of want. There’s the want of designing a life that’s conscious, graceful, impactful, curiosity-driven, and remarkable. . I sat down with a peer today and she trusted me as a marketer, and as someone at her level who could lend perspective. She has the tools, it’s just a matter of me being her guide and telling her that she alone can grant herself permission to shift her business and change her life.
  • When you’re trying to get WORK done and your pet is back on their bullshit. . Who has a little one (pet, baby, cactus) they play with during the day to keep sane? . . . . #catstagram #tabbycat #thehustleisreal #freelancer #mondaymotivation #femtrepreneur #hussy #hussycats #imtryingtowork
  • My mother had died a year ago and this wasn’t about her. My pain exceeded her. I was in new terrain — a dark country to which I’d emigrated yet it was foreign to me. This wasn’t like the darkness of before, this was a fresh hurt. A ground that had given way beneath my feet and the fall felt bottomless. There existed no end to it. There was only the enormity of the hurt and its persistence. I woke to it. I carried the weight of it. I fell asleep to it. Even now I couldn’t meet my friend in the day because the light had become an assault. . You don’t understand, I said. This is constant. Again with the blank stare. The discomfort and confusion. I had created a ripple, a disturbance in one place. I was no longer the fun friend who cracked jokes and entertained her for years. I had become something other. . All I wanted was for her, for anyone, to say: I love you. I’m here for you. Tell me, what can I do? . Have you thought about going back to yoga? she asked, signaling for the check. This is just a slump. You’ll snap out of it. You’ll see. . It was if a curtain had fallen over our table and the room had gone black. . I wrote about depression. HIT THE LINK IN PROFILE AND CLAP YOUR HEART OUT. . #realtalk #depression #mentalhealth #femtrepreneur #entrepreneur #ladyboss #tbt #reallife #risingtidesociety #thehustle
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  • What a magical, yummy time at @smorgasburgla. The vibe is SO different from NY. Fewer chef personalities. More home cooks and small businesses. Incredible ethnic food and such a cool energy all around. . . . . #weekendvibes #sundayfunday #smorgasburg #foodporn #foodstagram #food52 #instayum #tacos #arepas
  • Part of being a consultant is self-care. Now this isn’t about fancy candles and spending piles of money. This is about managing stress, anxiety, and the crippling self doubt we feel when we go at it alone. ✨ My self-care is all about meditation, medication, yoga, walking to clear my head and get the creative juices flowing, not taking on crazy clients, saying no, having me time and doing the thing that gives me calm—cook. ✨ For years I published a food blog, lovelifeeat.com where I documented thousands of dishes I made, baked, and ate. ✨ While I’m no longer feeling the blogging vibe and I had to hock the fancy camera, I’m back to cooking yummy food. ✨ And eating it, natch. ✨ What’s your self-care regimen? ✨ ✨ ✨ #clementinedaily #delish #eeeeats #eeeeeats #weekendvibes #sundayfunday #food52 #food52 #foodstagram #healthyeats #selfcare #thehustleisreal #femaleentrepreneur #instayum #yahoofood #buzzfeedfood #eatingwell #storyteller

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