Dear Blog Readers, I had a restless night by local standards. Cherry and Lolita somehow manage to sleep through the night, getting up to pee and snack only once, but I was up and about, ready for action. So I declared myself to be Sherif Tiffy because I inspected every suspicious corner and item, meowed
Category: Advent
My kitchen is the last place you will ever look into for traditional Christmas cookies, especially German Christmas Cookies. Let me tell you why: my mother learned to bake cookies very late in life, and had it not been for the American and European expats she met during our years in Kenya and Mexico, she
Twas several nights before Christmas, when all through our streetEvery creature was stirring, even the crow, that cheat.The dogs were howling by the gate without a care,In hopes that the St Bernard from nearby would pass without a snare. The guards were nestled all wrapped and bound,While visions of chappatis danced in their heads around.And Mulan in
My mother always insisted on setting an extra place at the Christmas table “just in case someone needs a home on Christmas”, and made sure to cook extra portions for whoever might drop by unannounced. I know of several other families who practice this and I carry on the tradition. This practice of never being
“Your soul knows the geography of your destiny. Your soul alone has the map of your future, therefore you can trust this indirect, oblique side of yourself. If you do, it will take you where you need to go, but more important it will teach you a kindness of rhythm in your journey.”-John O’Donohue, Anam
(this is something I post every year and my attitude towards it changes from one year to another) When the last Kalender-sheetsflattern through the winter-streetsand Dezemberwind is blowing,then ist everybody knowingthat it is not allzuweit:she does come – the Weihnachtszeit. All the Menschen, Leute, peopleflippen out of ihr warm Stüble,run to Kaufhof, Aldi, Mess,make Konsum and
For those of us who have lost a dear one at some point or another, the holidays are the most difficult to get through. I still can´t get over how much I miss my parents each Christmas, and it has already been three years. But this year, there is somebody else I miss terribly: Champagne.
My shoulder is absolutely killing me today after a Sunday of hauling Christmas decorations up from the basement and decorating the apartment. I had to grin in amusement when I ran into my neighbour who was doing the exact same thing, and we agreed that this was our fitness hour. She had it worse than
The first candle is lit and with it comes the challenge of the first Advent week: change swords into ploughshares. I take my inspiration from the Ignatian Spirituality and Advent guide 2019, because when it comes to theology and things spiritual, there is no way of budging me away from the Jesuits. Based on Isaiah
