I used to hate the word happy. I mean when you are dealing with 2 different types of depression, manic highs and chronic pain, there isn't much room for happiness. Or so I thought. Along comes a little three year old boy who in his short life has probably seen as much sorrow and challenge …
I Can’t Eat Just One
No, this is not really another post about food but rather about my obsession with it. My post on the cake I decorated brought to the forefront a battle I have been fighting all my life. I was a teenager about the time that anorexia and bulimia were just being discovered as serious problems, mostly for teenage …
Having Your Cake…
It was only a matter of time before I wrote something about food. It is my passion, and quite often my downfall. I mentioned in an earlier post that I inherited my love for cooking from my Mom, and I started decorating cakes at an early age. Those early cakes were, well, rustic, but they …
Being Lydia! 