I Grew These Feet

When my daughter was a baby, I loved her feet. Of course, I still love them today; but when she was really little, I couldn't get enough of them. I would kiss them, and squeeze them, and pretend to gobble them up, all the while exclaiming, "I grew these feet!" over and over again in gleeful animation. She would smile and laugh, delighted by my silly musings, not fully comprehending what I was saying but highly entertained nonetheless, by me, her personal clown.

As she got older, I continued to playfully declare how I grew her feet, along with the rest of her, in my tummy. I liked to see her face fill with wonder at the thought of this, as I myself was in awe (and frankly, still am) that her perfect little feet exist on this earth solely because my body fed, nurtured and protected them until they were ready - until she was ready - to leave the safe haven of my womb and be born, on this day, eight years ago.

January 14, 2015     READ MORE >

Write On

"All human unhappiness comes from not facing reality squarely, exactly as it is."  - Buddha

I fell in love this past spring. Hook. Line. Sinker.

You know when you don't want to do anything but talk to, be with, or exist in the presence of another? That is how I felt.

I started this blog in March after not writing consistently for many years; and as I began it, life was as crazy as it could get. Both Spring Break and the Easter holiday weekend were approaching, and out of town guests were ascending on our house from a couple different directions... definitely not an ideal time to start this time-consuming venture of writing a blog and designing a website. However, unexpectedly and most pleasantly, a spark was lit under me and I had inspiration that didn't relent and wouldn't let me waver in my efforts. Thank you, inspiration... or curse you?

November 11, 2014     READ MORE >

Mid-Life Clarity

"I'm getting a tattoo."

When I made this declaration to a friend some months ago, she quickly decided that there could be no other explanation for this insane notion than that I must be going through a mid-life crisis.  


Wasn't expecting that reaction. Her hasty verdict baffled me, and mildly offended me, if only for a moment. At that time, I was so sure of who I was and so clear on what I wanted that I was confident it had nothing to do with any "crisis" and everything to do with the clarity I had about my life.  

I had wanted to get a version of this tattoo since I was about 20 years old. I didn't have the courage to get it back then because I was too preoccupied with what my parents, my future employers, and my future husband would think of it if I did. I also didn't want a decision that I made at such a young age to be one I regretted. Now, twenty-two years later, those issues and concerns didn't exist anymore.

November 3, 2014     READ MORE >

Eight Years With, Eight Years Without

Eight years ago today my mom died. In an instant, a car crashed into another car and she was gone.

I had just spoken to her a couple days before.  She was on a road trip with her best friend celebrating her 60th birthday weekend and had called from a baby shop, excited to tell me about the crib bedding she had found for my soon-to-be-born baby girl. Using verbal imagery, she exuberantly tried to sell me on this expensive, over-the-top crib set from a store hundreds of miles away that I could not return or exchange if I didn't find it as perfect and dreamy as she did. She was not known for her practicality when it came to shopping, so I gently declined it before a bad cell connection ended our call prematurely. No goodbyes were exchanged. I didn't bother trying her back, figuring I would just talk to her the next day, not knowing that would be the last time I would speak to her.

October 10, 2014     READ MORE >


Milk & Cookies 

(My Guest Post on Veggies Don't Bite)

When you have children, feeding them is one of the most important matters you face from the moment you discover you're pregnant. In utero, what you eat, they eat. And then when they are born, the same responsibility remains, starting with the decision to either nurse or bottle feed them.

I breastfed both my children the first year of their lives, give or take a month for each of them. It was an easy choice for me to make prenatally, even though there was nothing easy about actually doing it once that baby came out and needed to eat. 

Yes, there were those magical, life affirming moments with both of my kids in which I felt intimacy, comfort and satisfaction as I nourished their little bodies with mine; but those moments were rare and fleeting. For me, from the standpoint of the *post-partum, hormonally-imbalanced, sleep-deprived, and geographically-isolated newborn mother that I was, twice, the whole endeavor was mostly just, HARD.

It was exactly like trying to feed my kids real food now.  Well, not exactly. Now, it's harder.

August 1, 2014     READ MORE & GET RECIPES >

Woe is Me

"We either make ourselves miserable or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same." - Carlos Casteneda

I just saw the new film Begin Again. Simple in its plot, but not simplistic in its message, this film explores its two main characters' lives as they go through separate relationship and career crisis' and how their paths intersect to affect eachothers' journeys. The way these two people cope and react to the hurtful actions of those they loved and trusted who betrayed them, lead both to discover how hard challenges can either debilitate or empower you, leaving you to either self destruct or reinvent yourself.

Both the film's tagline: "You're only as strong as your next move" and a lyric from its song "Lost Stars": "Woe is me, if we're not careful turns into reality" support this notion of your destiny being dictated by what you do NOW; and your survival being determined by your ability to rise up in the face of adversity.

If you find yourself the victim of someone else's (or ironically of your own) cruelty, betrayal, insensitivity, obliviousness, or just plain selfishness... then what? What do you do? How do you react? Do you sulk, beat yourself up, get depressed, drown your sorrows, deny your pain? Or do you go over and over in your mind what you could have done differently to make things turn out, well... different?

July 15, 2014     READ MORE >

Beautiful Mommy

As I mentioned in a previous post, Saturday Night Live(s), I went out of town this past weekend for my birthday. Three mornings in a hotel to sleep in as late as I wanted, two long days in the middle to do as I please, and three relaxing nights to spend however I wanted to spend them. I had a wonderful time, being pampered at a spa, practicing yoga, going for a run, shopping and being taken out to lunch. It was blissful and exciting, with some unexpected surprises… everything a birthday should be!

Upon my return home, however, it was a challenge for me to confront the reality of my responsibilities as a mom, and even harder to step up to the task of loving and nurturing my kids. I know that sounds terrible, not being able to muster up these feelings after a few days away from them, when only a few short days before I left, all my energy was focused on doing just that. But after those few days of feeling like me, JUST me - not a mom, not a wife, not a daughter or a sister, but a woman with her own wants and needs being met independent of any necessity to fulfill others wants and needs - I didn't want it to end.

May 29, 2014     READ MORE >

If I could wave a magic wand...

This is something I wrote way before this blog was even a thought in my head... originally composed in March 2013, over a year ago, when my son was two and a half, not in preschool yet (read: home with me ALL day, EVERY day), and my daughter was half way through kindergarten. I was immersed in, what I can only describe as, a new “parent scene,” it being my daughter’s first year in one of the local Malibu public elementary schools.  

After three years of dropping off and picking up my daughter at her private nursery school, alongside NBA basketball players and Hollywood actors, I had gotten used to and had accepted the fact that I was going to be THAT mom that showed up every day with no makeup, hair in a baseball cap, sunglasses on to hide my dark circles and bags, Uggs on my feet, and a nursing newborn in my arms.  I had a valid excuse to be in such a disheveled state, right?

March 26, 2014     READ MORE >
"People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness.  Just because they're not on your road, doesn't mean they've gotten lost." - Dalai Lama


I'm Lisa... a   writer, runner, yogi and website designer who loves books, cinema, art museums and deep tissue massages. In my spare time, I am a mother of two and wife of one residing in Malibu, California for the last 13 years.         MORE >

I'm Lisa... a writer, runner, yogi and website designer who loves books, cinema, art museums and deep tissue massages. In my spare time, I am a mother of two and wife of one residing in Malibu, California for the last 13 years.   MORE >



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