Hot Yellow Cake with Caramelized Pineapple
Aastha, one of my 7th grade students (almost 8th!), is a ballerina and a fantastic nail artist, but I can't relate to those things. Grace is a foreign concept to me and I have to use clear nail polish or I look like I've been trying to finger paint in a cement mixer.
But Aastha is also a passionate writer and baker, and those things I can relate to. For her Passion Project, a project wherein students spend an entire year exploring their personal passion and using it to improve or inform their society, she decided to create a cookbook of cupcake recipes adapted for special diets.
Smoked Salmon Salad in Avocado Boats
Did you hear that?
That distant scream was me flying from Barcelona to Venice this morning! Hopefully I'm now sitting by a canal somewhere, sipping a Coke Zero and unwinding.
Shortbreads with Lemon Whipped Icing
I have terrible airplane anxiety. As soon as I step on the plane and strap myself in, I feel like I'm trapped on a roller coaster that might ACTUALLY drop me right out of the sky instead of just pretending to.
My thoughts are with the people of Baltimore. I'm reading and thinking a lot, and I just want to let you know that I care. May we always be humble and willing to search ourselves for hidden bias, to analyze a problem honestly, to read and listen to develop empathy, and to reform systems in our country that are working in unconstitutional ways.
Hot Yellow Cake with Crackle Icing and a Blueberry Pile
Confession: I haven't been to the dentist since 2009.
I KNOWWW. I know. I'm embarrassed to admit it. I've been insured and otherwise able to go to the dentist, so I have no good excuse. To tell the truth, I'm just terrified.
Quick Lemon-Iced Yellow Cake
I've shared a lot here, but not quite everything. I've hinted
at some darker
times a few years ago, but that story has to unfold in a more complete way than it can here -- when the time is right. The short version is that I was on a tightrope over a bottomless pit for months at a time; God led me, walking backwards with His hands on either side of my face, saying, "Just keep your eyes on me. Don't look down. Don't stop walking. Just keep your eyes on me." I've never felt closer to Him or further from everyone else.
Some people think of the struggle with suicidal thoughts as weakness or immaturity instead of a legitimate impasse where your pain has exceeded your coping resources
. In a moment of crisis, you need one thing: a resource (someone you can call, something you can read/watch, something you can do) that will distract you and comfort you for just
long enough to deescalate, to get to a point where you are able to put one foot in front of the other on your tightrope again. The resource doesn't have to solve any problems. It just has to carry you to the point where you are able to wait for time to change your circumstances, like it always, always does.
So right now, I want to provide a list of things that make me feel like living. I'm not a medical professional and I can't know what's best for you, but I hope it will help you pass those crucial moments to read through this list. If one doesn't apply to you, don't let it take you down a sad road -- just move on to the next one. And please add to the list in the comments below. What are things you wouldn't want to miss out on? Things that sustain you in the darkest times? Every one of these things should be hopeful, positive, and affirming. Let's get started!