An Ode to the Kitchen Sink

An Ode to the Kitchen Sink

A perfect kitchen sink is framed by a window to a patch of greenery. It could be a vista toward the horizon or the garden where you clip herbs for dinner each night. As you let the foamy bubbles from the dish soap float against 

Making Space

Making Space

David Hieatt, founder of the Do Lectures, sends out periodic emails on a variety of topics that I nearly always find curious. But today’s was about your personal space and how it ties to your well-being. Our home isn’t just there to put a roof 

Our Relationship to Our Space

Our Relationship to Our Space

I’ve always felt that a home is way more than our physical surroundings. It is more than a place to store your stuff and take a shower. As much as I love to pour over beautiful interior (and landscape) design magazines, books and blogs, I 

Pet Peeve about Before & Afters

Pet Peeve about Before & Afters

I love tales of transformation — the before & after stories about kitchen renovations, landscape projects, and personal accounts of pivoted lives. But one thing that really (like, really, really) annoys me about most before & after stories are the photos, especially of kitchen remodels. Before 

The Curse of the Romantic

The Curse of the Romantic

I just finished reading The School of Life: An Emotional Education, and I am convinced I am doomed to a life of romantic notions, to being trapped in the excitement of “how things might ideally be” rather than being firmly in what they really are. 

A Different Sort of Book Club

A Different Sort of Book Club

How to “cook the book” — fiction plus delicious food!

Perhaps the World Ends Here

Perhaps the World Ends Here

A poem by Joy Harjo, the United States’ 23rd poet laureate — and the first Native American to receive the honor.

Returning to the kitchen

Returning to the kitchen

After my mom died in 2013, I lost my enthusiasm for cooking. Food didn’t taste very good and I didn’t have the stamina for it.

My sous chef

My sous chef

This site is dedicated to my mom, M. Herminia Avila, my constant companion in the kitchen. Even now. Thank you. February 14, 1938 — February 5, 2013  

I miss cooking

I miss cooking

It is an understatement to say this year, particularly this summer, has been stressful. My life has been turned on its head with family illness and virtually everything has taken a back seat to dealing with that. I have had to cancel dinner gatherings, including