Women of Substance

Those of you who are cradle Catholics like I am know exactly what is happening in this picture. You might even be humming to yourself the familiar tune from the Stations of the Cross.

Every Friday during Lent at St. Philip Neri Parish in Lynwood, California- grades one through eight- we attended this ritual which reenacts the journey to Calvary where Jesus was crucified on Good Friday.  Along this path Jesus meets Veronica.

Just recently on Facebook a friend of mine posted in exasperation: “I’m looking for one strong female role model!  Come on! I know you are out there!”  She received 52 comments.

The thread went something like this:

Food Is Love. Chapter 2. Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Neighbor's Refrigerator

Life has gotten in the way of my three chapter "Food Is Love" dissertation. My apologies and a confession.. I am easily distracted. We can talk about adult ADD another time. :)

This morning I dug through my old photos looking for this picture. I know that Patrick is just adorable at one year old but what I really want you to see is my brown "earth-tone" refrigerator circa 1970-80! Notice the stuff on top of it also. I can guarantee you that it was "stuffed" inside as well. Just look at little Patrick. Does he look like an underfed child?

A couple weeks ago I was invited to a brunch at a friend’s house and I was riveted by their large and fancy two door side by side refrigerator with the water/ice component in the door. I opened it to look inside and it was chock full of food. I have fantasized about that refrigerator since then.

Lucy My Love...

Ethel and Lucy play in the garden.

Mornings are my favorite time of day. I love to get up and open my bedroom door to see my two hungry kitties waiting for me. We go downstairs together- being careful not to get entangled in each others’ legs and paws. Lucy and Ethel wait patiently while I make my coffee and as soon as I flip the switch the meowing begins. I walk the familiar walk to the cupboard and get the can of food out. I wash their bowls and divide the chow, placing it on the floor with fresh water, all the while chatting with them about what good and patient girls they are. I find this little ritual so comforting in the morning. Kitties and coffee. A new day and a new beginning.