I think it sucks when a child is minding their own business eating and an adult, in a playful way, asks them for the food off their plate. Sometimes they will even take the food without warning and ask “is this mine?”

What does this teach children? Some might say it teaches them to share but it just looks like theft to me. When I finally get my child in a chair to eat the last thing I want someone to do is bother them and play “steal the food”.

It’s kind of sad in a way. How would you feel if someone did this to you as an adult? I would probably punch someone but because its a child people don’t put it into perspective.


“You cannot save people. You can only love them.” 
― Anaïs Nin

I read this quote yesterday that made me start thinking, why are we fighting? Why aren’t we loving each other and celebrating our differences. It is not our job to be the judge and jury of people. I am sick and tired of the hate and inequality in this world. All across the world people are fighting and killing for their beliefs in the name of religion.

Religious zealots from the Westboro Baptist Church can deliver sermons on how God hates gays and this is the reason for the american war and our fallen soldiers. They picket the funerals of the dead spreading their venom from pages of the bible. It seems to me that these people customize certain passages they somewhat understand and stop reading the rest of the Scriptures. I wonder if this was what our fore fathers had in mind when they affirmed freedom of speech as an inalienable right? 

One of the most greatly debated scriptures regarding homosexuality is 1 Corinthians 6:9-10:

1 Corinthians 6:9-10 – “Do you not know that the wicked will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor male prostitutes nor homosexual offenders nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God.”.

While the scripture may sound clear, the debate actually surrounds the use of the Greek word that this particular version of the Bible translates as “homosexual offenders.” The term is “arsenokoite.” Some say that it is a reference to male prostitutes rather than to two committed homosexuals. Yet, others argue that Paul, who wrote the passage, would not have repeated “male prostitutes” twice. Even others argue that the two root words in arsenokoite are the same terms used to prohibit any premarital or extramarital sexual relations, so they may not refer to homosexual relations alone.

However, even if a person believes that homosexuality is a sin based upon this scripture, the next verse does say that homosexuals can inherit the kingdom if they come to the Lord, Jesus Christ.

1 Corinthians 6:11 – “And that is what some of you were. But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God.”

Ok. So even if these sinners do not come to the Lord Jesus Christ, who is to say that they are wrong. What if they don’t believe in christian principals? What if they are Jewish, Hindu, Atheist…etc. and are inherently good people? What if we are reading a different version of the bible? Who are we to judge and fight in the name of it.? Are they supposed to get hammered in the head because they are different? People should be more concerned with murdering mothers who are having babies and throwing them away in trash bins or beating them till they are a nothing but a bloody pulp. This is the real abomination, not the homosexuals.

Another thing that bothers me is Chick Fil A donating to anti gay organizations. Some people seem to applaud the restaurant for standing up for their beliefs against same sex marriages. Do these people not realize the hate that is being born from these very donations?  Donating to anti gay organizations will ultimately lead to predejuce in some way. Intolerance is a disease. What if this restaurant was donating to the Ku Klux Klan? As consumers, how would we feel? I personally would feel like I played a part in supporting injustice.

I have a word for you that you may not know and its called Miscegenation. The term miscegenation has been used since the 19th century to refer to interracial marriage and interracial sex. Historically the term has been used in the context of laws banning interracial marriage and sex. Yes folks, there was a time when people frowned upon the mixing of races and interacial marriage. Laws banning “race-mixing” were enforced in certain U.S. states from 1691 until 1967. 1967 was not that far away. In 1958, the Christian fundamentalist preacher Jerry Falwell, at the time a defender of segregation, in a sermon railed against integration, warning that it would lead to miscegenation, which would “destroy our [white] race eventually. In the United States, segregationists and Christian identity groups have claimed that several passages in the Bible,for example the stories of Phinehas and of the so-called “curse of Ham“, should be understood as referring to miscegenation and that certain verses expressly forbid it. Most theologians read these verses and references as forbidding inter-religious marriage, rather than inter-racial marriage. Therefore wouldn’t it be safe to say that the bible can be read and misconstrued by whomever reads it. Amazing that such a small book can give someone such power to decide who does and who doesn’t go to Heaven. 

My point is times are changing and in order to find peace with one another we must find a way to respect our differences. I don’t have to agree with anyones lifestyle. I believe we should all have the freedom to love and marry who we want. If that was taken away from me I know that I would be half a person. To castigate others is not the way of God. Take it up with the Big Man and stop spewing blackness like a virus. My dream would be for people to co-exsist with their differences, to stop killing each other. Instead of Gay Pride or Straight Pride how about Human Pride? Forget the divisions! Who cares who is right and who is wrong, just LIVE and take advantage of this life you have in peace.

Nature’s Secret 5 Day Fast & Cleanse:

June 1st(day before fast)- 142.4 lbs, Ran 1.65, Burned 200 calories

  • Steamed chicken and broccoli for lunch
  • Split Pea Soup for dinner

Notes: have had a significant bloat for the past couple of days. Time to clean the pipes.

Prepped some emergency fruit: strawberries, blueberries, red and green grapes.

One gallon full. I don’t think that’s gonna carry us till tomorrow?

Andy is already trying to empty the pantry.

June 2

9:00am Took the first round of pills. All I could think of was pizza.

10:00am My stomach just grumbled. Feeling like something is moving around in my intestines. Andy is in the bathroom doing his thang.

11:11am The grumble turned into a growl and then comes and goes. 12:15pm Slight headache. Hunger pangs. Andy just asked if he could eat a pickle….I said no.

12:28pm Second round of pills and fiber cleanse drink.

1:01pm Both of our feet and hands are cold. It’s a warm day and usually the temp in our apartment is on 73, today it reads at 76 and we are both under the sofa blanket. About to make 2 cups each of chicken broth.

3:22pm I’m a little lightheaded. My stomach is very active right now. Im going to make a small bowl of fruit to take the edge off.

3:53pm Any attempt at basic math would be futile since all I can think about are carbs. I’m talkin about pasta with cheese + pizza + bread and butter=salivating. Yeah.

Jun 3

9:29am Last night I turned into a ravaging food maniac. I buckled down and had a simple salad around 5:30 and when I came home I ate 5 whole grain Club crackers. It was the best thing I ever ate. So today is another day and Im not giving up yet. I think we didn’t prep our bodies enough so we kinda went into shock. Andy had steamed Bok choi and nibbled on fruit at work last night too. We just took the first round of pills this morning. Andy’s attitude is not a happy one. He complained that his head hurt. Let’s see how today goes. It really is amazing how much our lives revolve around food.

11:35am Went to the park with Lola. Sunday’s are usually chill. Andy would’ve been playing football but opted out because of the fast. It was hot and after about 15 minutes I started feeling lightheaded.

12:08pm Second round of pills. Andy just angrily said “I’m fuckin hungry!”. I know he’s serious. I will gladly quit if he decides to.

12:28pm There’s been a twitch in my left eye. For the past 20 minutes.

4:15pm Still have a twitch in my eye. We both had a cup of broth about an hour ago. The hunger is there but not as painful as yesterday.

6:02pm Seriously? This is dumb. I’m never doing this again. Andy said he hasn’t used the bathroom all day. I don’t seem to have his problems. He left work not looking like himself. Glassy eyes. He said he just felt weak. The twitch is still there. Oh, I forgot to say that the bloat I started with is almost gone. I definitely feel lighter but have decreased energy. I just want to sit around all day and we all know how impossible that is with a toddler.

7:33pm Ate a couple of mandarin orange slices from Lola’s fruit plate. I thought I was about to make a small bowl for myself, when my mother called and I forgot about it. My lower stomach feels like its cramping a bit and making loud gurgling noises.

9:30pm I just had an apple. Eff this.

June 4

8:13am My stomach was cramping so hard last night. I’ve decided that fasting is not for me. Unless I went away to some retreat for a week. I was unable to do anything because I felt so drained. I am usually a pretty active person so I didn’t like feeling weak and dizzy. I think that if I needed to clean myself out I would probably go for a colonic. I did lose my bloat. My stomach is flatter and my end weight is 139.6 lbs. My weight pre Lola was 135lbs so I’m ok with that.

So my final remark is that fasting is not for everybody. I am a lover of food, a cook, an inventor. I spend most of my day in the kitchen creating new meals. It is my personal space in my home. It is my passion. The only way I could ever attempt to do this again was if I was in seclusion, away from television, away from my darling toddler and pretty much away from people. The funny thing is I saw in myself something that I didn’t like. My thoughts became so consumed by food, I couldn’t think of anything else. This is not what I want to feel. I just didn’t feel right. Kudos to all of you who can complete this fast, it really is a difficult task. Your frame of mind must be clear and you must have patience, time and the ability to be ok with being hungry ALL the time. I don’t care what anyone says, it doesn’t get better after the second day.

In a rash of recent divorces, the act of marriage seems like a lost cause. The media always seem to focus on big moneymakers like marriage and divorce and yet they don’t seem to honor the ones who have stuck it out, for better and for worse. It doesn’t cost anything to work in a marriage. Paul Newman said it best in a letter to his wife on the day they married:

“ Happiness in marriage is not something that just happens. A good marriage must be created. In the Art of Marriage, the little things are the big things. It is never being too old to hold hands. It is remembering to say ‘I love you’ at least once a day. It is never going to sleep angry. It is at no time taking the other for granted; the courtship should not end with the honeymoon; it should continue through all the years. It is having a mutual sense of values and common objectives. It is standing together facing the world. It is forming a circle of love that gathers in the whole family. It is doing things for each other, not in the attitude of duty or sacrifice, but in the spirit of joy. It is speaking words of appreciation and demonstrating gratitude in thoughtful ways. It is not expecting the husband to wear a halo or the wife to have the wings of an angel. It is not looking for perfection in each other. It is cultivating flexibility, patience, understanding and a sense of humor. It is having the capacity to forgive and forget. It is giving each other an atmosphere in which each can grow. It is finding rooms for things of the spirit. It is a common search for the good and the beautiful. It is establishing a relationship in which the independence is equal, dependencen is mutual and obligation is reciprocal. It is not only marrying the right partner, it is being the right partner.”

Now this doesn’t seem too hard does it? Stop getting married if you can’t be this for your partner. No one said it’s easy or it’s magical, just worth it.

This is a trend that I was unaware of but find it intriguing at the same time. When I asked Andy why he had to work on Christmas he told me that it was going to be busy. Mind you, he works in Boca Raton, the Mecca for all things Jewish. I never heard of Jewish people loving Chinese food for Christmas so decided to poke around to see if there was truth behind this Christmas gathering. Then I came across this information on the Internet. It certainly is good to know! Happy Hanukkah!! (READ BELOW)


“The Hebrew year is 5771 and the Chinese year is 4707. That must mean, the joke goes, that against all odds the Jews went without Chinese food for 1,064 years. In fact, Jewish love for Chinese food is neither hallucinated nor arbitrary. It is very real and very determined, and it originates roughly a century ago, in a place about four miles away from Mile End: the Lower East Side of Manhattan.

The predominant groups in the area were Eastern European Jews, Italians, and Chinese. According to Matthew Goodman, author of Jewish Food: The World at Table, Italian cuisine and especially Italian restaurants, with their Christian iconography, held little appeal for Jews. But the Chinese restaurants had no Virgin Marys. And they prepared their food in the Cantonese culinary style, which utilized a sweet-and-sour flavor profile, overcooked vegetables, and heaps of garlic and onions. Sound familiar?

Additionally, argued Gaye Tuchman and Harry G. Levine in a 1992 academic paper titled “Safe Treyf,” Chinese food featured the sort of unkosher dishes you could take home to your mother, or at least eat in front of her. For one thing, there is no mixing of dairy and meat, for the simple reason that there is no dairy. (Think about it!) Of course, there is trayf aplenty, chiefly pork and shellfish. But it is always either chopped and minced and served in the middle of innocuous vegetables all covered in a common sauce, or it is wrapped up in wontons and egg rolls—where you can’t see it. Goodman notes that the purveyors of Chinese restaurants eventually picked up on this: “They would advertise wonton soup as chicken soup with kreplach,” he told me.

Beyond the trappings and the cuisine, Chinese restaurants offered poor Eastern European Jewish immigrants the opportunity to feel cosmopolitan and sophisticated (food of the Orient!). It also let them feel superior, a truism that has achieved the most definitive canonization available: its own Philip Roth quotation. “Yes, the only people in the world whom it seems to me the Jews are not afraid of are the Chinese,” Alexander Portnoy tells us. “Because one, the way they speak English makes my father sound like Lord Chesterfield; two, the insides of their heads are just so much fried rice anyway; and three, to them we are not Jews but white and maybe even Anglo Saxon. No wonder they can’t intimidate us. To them we’re just some big-nosed variety of WASP.”

The final part of this story is the one you already know: Most Chinese people are not Christian. Therefore, on Christmas, Chinese restaurants are open.”

Blah Blah Blah

There is a fine line between conspiracy theorists and religious fanatics. Some people think you want to hear their truth.

I don’t.

There are special groups out there for people like you. Find them and talk to each other about changing the world, I have enough to deal with. My brother is going to Afganistan in February, My daughter is going to be a year old in November and I’m just trying to find out ways I can see my parents again. My mind has no room for your beliefs so stop trying to make me “aware” and stop trying to “save” me. Even if what you say is true, I’m trying to spend the last shred of my life in a happy little bubble, Thank you. Call me a lost soul, a sheep —>I don’t care!  This life is really short and I’m making the best of what I have.

I think preaching about the same thing everyday is useless. This world is full of different forms of inspiration. I’m genuinely happy and you are ruining it. You want to know what I believe? I believe there are certain “life jobs” for people and if you are so good at your “life job”, keep it to yourself and don’t give it to anyone else unless they ask questions or seem interested in what you have to say. Stop trying to shove your beliefs down our throats to the point that we re so turned off we want nothing to do with you anymore.

You shouldn’t assume we don’t know what’s going on in this world.

This post is also dedicated to the health nuts, the extremists, the potheads and anyone else who is into too much of ONE thing in this life. 🙂

BTW: Before you get your feathers ruffled about my personal opinions, don’t worry I’m not speaking about anyone specific. I’m just venting.

There was a time in my life when people asked me if I was ok in my world. It was a question that was asked frequently in my early twenties when things were a bit bumpy. This question usually annoyed me and I would either take it one of two ways: defensively or the flippant, “Yes, I’m wonderful!”. Mind you the people that were asking me were the members of my family. It never occurred to me that they were worried about the paths I was taking and that they knew me so well they could see through any defiance or fakery.

This awareness that you get when you get older is amazing. The wisdom you gain gives you the power to heal. Not just others but more importantly, yourself. You learn to forgive yourself for the stupid shit you did when you were 18 i.e. get married. You learn that you have to own the things you cannot change. You learn grace and become graceful to others.

This is not a case of the “I wish I knew then what I know now”. I am happy I cannot change my past because my path has led me here with a much clearer view of what’s ahead.

Everyone has their own path but it is the people in your world who make you who you are. My family has never given up on me, although I’ve noticed that the questions have stopped now that I am older. But if they were to ask me today if I was ok, my answer would be “Undeniably blissful, thank you.”