I had a very nice suit at home, but I hardly ever wore it; weddings and funerals only. So with the impeding wedding of my niece on the horizon, I pulled it from hibernation and tried it on. It fit -- and if I didn't breath, move, eat or drink anything at the wedding it would be fine.
On Efate, many of the market structures themselves have been badly damaged or destroyed, and the villages have lost almost all of their crops.
It's time that we get real about holiday entertaining. I've been making a ham in the slow cooker for the past few years now, and let me just tell you that it's life changing.
Easter tells us of mankind's triumph over injustice; Passover of mankind's liberation from dictatorship. Both holidays should remind everyone today living in peace and security of the terrible price millions elsewhere are paying to achieve the freedom to live in dignity.
I think there is a real beauty to be found in tradition - a beauty that may not propel us forward in the sense of quantifiable "progress" or change, but that does propel us forward as human beings in life wisdom, understanding and even emotional intellect.
In fact, months in advance to Easter, any supermarket I walk into has great displays of chocolate and plastic eggs at their entrances, or entire aisles dedicated to Easter baskets and rows of candy.
The bible recounts the 10 plagues with which God struck the Egyptian Pharaoh and his people. Home confinement opened my eyes to a whole new set of modern-day plagues for parents.
I talked with Irv many times over the years. If I expressed a negative thought about something in life, he'd say, "Just remember, we're only passing through, kid... so enjoy it and make the most of everything."
Family, friends, and loud children begin to trickle in; delicious waves of gossip swell and spread. Compliments sprinkle around like sugarcoated almonds. "What a sumptuous spread." "You look more beautiful than the full moon." "How in the world do you manage?"
"Emancipate yourself from mental slavery. None but ourselves can free our minds." -- Bob Marley from "Redemption Song" That powerful line from the cl...
Easter Sunday is a time for family and friends to gather and enjoy a special meal together. If you are hosting this meal at your home, you are probably focused on making sure that the foods you cook and bake will be items that everyone will enjoy. But, you also need to remember many details beyond the food to truly be a hospitable host.
It's easy to go overboard on Easter, either by adorning your mantle with one too many fuzzy rabbits, or eating one too many of their marshmallow equivalents.
It's often noted that one of Cuba's most seductive aspects is the time capsule-y feel of the place. The old cars. The lack of traffic -- and the horse-drawn wagons -- in Havana.
Between decorating eggs, prepping baskets, and sneaking a few peeps and chocolates, you're getting super excited for Easter. But as excited as you are, there's no one more pumped for the upcoming holiday than your children.
Let's talk about marshmallow Peeps. I'm not even going to bother researching those Easter basket staples. Face it, any food item that returns to its original shape after you crush it in your hand must contain something harmful.
Something special seems to happen every year when Easter is in the air. No matter your religious beliefs, the thought of furry bunnies and fuzzy duc...