photo courtesy of The Harrises of Chicago

photo courtesy of The Harrises of Chicago

Weekly Photo Challenge: Love

In the wee hours of a Saturday morning, hubs awakened me long before anyone should be up after a long work week informing me we had to head to the airport because we had an appointment in another city that afternoon.  Upon arriving at the airport, I learned we were traveling to New York – surprise #1.  It had been years since I’d enjoyed the concrete jungle so I was thrilled to spend the day mesmerized by Times Square and the greenery of Central Park.  But then, our stride quickened until stopping in front of the Gershwin Theatre where I was presented with two tickets to Wicked, a musical I had long desired to see – surprise #2.  Love . . .

Are you participating in the weekly photo challenge?



Praise Song for the Day

Happy Monday Tuesday!  I had every intention of posting yesterday like every weekday, but I couldn’t have anticipated what became my events of yesterday.  Having spent the weekend in Washington D.C., we decided to forego the crowds since we were Inauguration ticketless and get back to Chicago in time to watch all of the festivities from our couch, where I would post for the day.  As soon as we checked our bags and were heading down the escalator towards the security line, the text message came through like Charlie unwrapping his candy bar revealing the golden ticket.  One of my college roommates had scored additional Inaugural tickets and was sharing them with us! I hightailed it out of the airport to the Metro line and made my way to the U.S. Capitol to wait in line to go through security before settling like canned sardines on the steps of the U.S. Capitol to witness the 57th Inauguration.  It was a beautiful day – significantly warmer from four years ago when my family, friends and I huddled at the Washington Monument and watched the screens with the Capitol building in the far backdrop.

What would have been posted yesterday was the 2009 Inaugural Poem written and recited by Elizabeth Alexander.

Praise Song for the Day

 Each day we go about our business,
walking past each other, catching each other’s
eyes or not, about to speak or speaking.

All about us is noise. All about us is
noise and bramble, thorn and din, each
one of our ancestors on our tongues.

Someone is stitching up a hem, darning
a hole in a uniform, patching a tire,
repairing the things in need of repair.

Someone is trying to make music somewhere,
with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum, 
with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.

A woman and her son wait for the bus.
A farmer considers the changing sky.
A teacher says, Take out your pencils. Begin.

We encounter each other in words, words
spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed,
words to consider, reconsider.

We cross dirt roads and highways that mark
the will of some one and then others, who said
I need to see what’s on the other side.

I know there’s something better down the road.
We need to find a place where we are safe.
We walk into that which we cannot yet see.

Say it plain: that many have died for this day.
Sing the names of the dead who brought us here,
who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges,
picked the cotton and the lettuce, built
brick by brick the glittering edifices
they would then keep clean and work inside of.

Praise song for struggle, praise song for the day.
Praise song for every hand-lettered sign, 
the figuring-it-out at kitchen tables.

Some live by love thy neighbor as thyself,
others by first do no harm or take no more
than you need. What if the mightiest word is love?

Love beyond marital, filial, national,
love that casts a widening pool of light,
love with no need to pre-empt grievance.

In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air,
any thing can be made, any sentence begun.
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp,
praise song for walking forward in that light.

What was your favorite part of yesterday’s Inaugural festivities?



Named for the adjacent historic baths that provide a conversational and beautiful backdrop, Sutro’s is my favorite restaurant in San Francisco.  It NEVER disappoints!!!  We snuck in there for a final meal before year’s end and were blessed with a fog-less day allowing us to see for miles.

Any favorite restaurant plans on this holiday weekend?


A Simple Quote

In this social media age, we are inundated with quotes often misattributed to various persons. While recently touring the Central High School National Historic Site, I was struck by a quote by Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce (Native American “tribe”).  A simple quote stated in the late 1800s that has yet to find its fulfillment:

The earth is the mother of all people,
and all people should have equal rights upon it.

photo courtesy of The Harrises of Chicago

photo courtesy of The Harrises of Chicago

What do you think of this quote?  How do we work to make it reality?


Pier 23 Cafe

I’m not wasn’t a huge fan of oysters and even before we adopted a mostly-vegan diet, I pretty much stayed away from bacon.  Even only having rare occasions of bacon consumption, I can still attest that anything bacon-wratpped does taste better – though it doesn’t always justify the exponential increase in caloric intake.  This past summer before we bought our beloved juicer and all things changed, one of my brothers insisted that we try the bacon-fried oysters at Pier 23 Cafe.  And so we did on a beautiful San Francisco summer day, with perfectly cold Pacificos and a priceless backdrop.

What oyster preparation do you prefer?