Saturday, January 25, 2020

Book Club - always and forever, Lara Jean by Jenny Han



I only wish my own mom were here for this.  All these big moments she's missing, that she'll keep missing.  I have to believe that she knows, that somehow she still sees.

Families shrink and expand.  All you can really do is be glad for it, glad for each other, for as long as you have each other.

How hard it must be to be the youngest sometimes, to be the one left behind.

Thursday, January 23, 2020

Cajun Chicken Pasta

I needed a fast weeknight dinner and found it with this One Pot Cajun Chicken Pasta, and as an unexpected bonus, everyone liked it!

I used two vessels instead of one - don't tell! - a pot for the pasta and a pan to cook the chicken while the pasta was cooking to speed up the dish and get everyone where they needed to be after dinner.
It was fast and delicious and this will become a regular dish.

Sunday, January 19, 2020

Book Club - Spolier Alert: The Hero Dies by Michael Ausiello



I wanted to believe her, but the so-called experts had misled Kit and me so many times during this journey that my faith tank was running on empty.

At this moment, I found myself really wishing New York State had a Death With Dignity Act.  There was no dignity in what was transpiring tonight,  Kit deserved a better end than he was getting.

"He will go when he is ready to go.  And if you're not present, that means he wanted to spare you that moment."

"He can hear you.  Talk to him.  Tell him you love him.  Assure him you will be ok without him." would all soon be over.  And for an instant I felt a fleeting sense of relief.  For Kit.  For Kit's parents.  And for me.


Whoooooooooo.  This one got me good.  It has been a long time since a book made me cry this much.  It is a lovely, sad story.  Go find this book and read it.

Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Book Club - The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas



My nana likes to say that spring brings love.  Spring in Garden Heights doesn't always bring love, but it promises babies in the winter. 

Funerals aren't for dead people.  They're for the living.

That's the problem. We let people say stuff, and they say it so much that it becomes ok to them and normal for us.  

Khalil, I'll never forget.
I'll never give up.
I'll never be quiet.
I promise.