When I was a kid, my family celebrated Easter in a big way. My siblings and I woke up at an ungodly hour to check out what the Easter bunny had left us the night before. The usual fare was a colorful basket for each of us filled with chocolate bunnies, peeps, and best of all, lots of jelly beans. We would sample an alarming amount of candy well before breakfast, church, and Easter egg hunting.
While I loved all the different kinds of . . . → Read More: Licorice Whiplash
I’m an amateur photographer, and in my spare time, I love to tramp through gardens, woods, marshes, and other scenic landscapes capturing the beauty of nature. I am happy shooting pictures of migrating birds, close ups of flowers and bees, and wide-angle landscapes of mountains or rolling grasslands. Here in Minnesota, fall has turned our lush green landscape dotted with orange, pink, and purple wildflowers into fields of yellow Goldenrod. It’s a little ironic, that as beautiful as Goldenrod is, I have a hard . . . → Read More: The Healing Wisdom of Plants
There’s an Asian grocery store not too far from my house. I shop there occasionally when I’m looking for foods that I can’t find anywhere else—things like mock duck, baby bok choy, and chili bean paste. As I wander through the store, I can’t help but be amazed at all the foods that I’m totally unfamiliar with, and wonder how I would use them in a meal. As a label reader, I can’t help but think about the ingredients, as well as the additives . . . → Read More: Are Chinese Herbs Safe?
Many years ago I lived in Boulder Colorado. I was in my twenties, and had simply packed up my car and drove from my childhood home in New England to lovely Boulder. Nestled snug against the Rockies, Boulder back then was a town full of fresh ideas, world-class athletes, college kids, and natural foods.
One of my earliest memories from that time was a local bike race, called The Red Zinger. It was the brainchild of Celestial Seasonings Tea founder Mo Siegel, and named . . . → Read More: Help for High Blood Pressure in a Cup of Tea
Every fall as the leaves begin to change colors, I’m overwhelmed with a wave of nostalgia for my New England childhood. As the summer days began to cool and turn into fall, we kids would pick out the most colorful leaves to iron into waxed paper and pick out pumpkins to carve. Several times each fall we would go to the old fashioned Cider Mill near our house. There, we could watch ripe apples run into a large funnel-shaped bin to be crushed into . . . → Read More: The Healing Power of Chrysanthemums