Double dates with Auntie Mame and Ben & Jerry

Yeah, it’s Valentine’s Day again. Much like the dreaded wedding bouquet toss, it’s that day that separates us into the haves and the have-nots. It’s a commercial day marked by inferior-quality chocolate. (Gasp!) However, this day is a reminder, a really useful one. Because, get this, you have everything that you need right now to make this day whatever you dream up.
C’mon, hear me out.
As many of you know, I got married last year. Femme Ephemera (me) married dixiecupdrinkin (Craig). We met on match.com; those were our screen names. It’s the chronic overworking city-dweller way.
Here’s the interesting bit: Neither of us thought that we’d ever get married.
I was Craig’s 50th (and what he declared, last) first date. I’ve probably been on as many first dates myself plus a couple of epic (yet informative) fails in the Relationship Department. At points, I have had Saturday night double dates with Auntie Mame and Ben & Jerry. I was your garden variety unlovable.
Then, something changed…



Yes, I really did just title this “Everybody poops.” I’m not scared. However, I was this past Saturday morning. I had the great honor and privilege to stand on the stage at Jazz at Lincoln Center and greet 1000+ of my Institute of Integrative Nutrition peers. On Sunday, I stepped up there again to receive a Health Leadership Award for my work with budding health coaches. Oh, did I say that it was also being live streamed to thousands more globally? It was.
an uncle and my father. Some of these people were taken from me September-11th-suddenly, while others slowly succumbed to Alzheimer's Disease and various forms of cancer.
I just realized that I left you hanging. The wedding went off with a hitch. And from our guests’ comments, it seemed like our atomic 50s luau was a success!
People ask me what I eat, all the time. I’m a Health & Lifestyle Coach, so it’s pretty fair game. My answer: I eat mostly plants most of the time.