Enough is Enough

Honorable Chris Gibson
1708 Longworth HOB
Washington, DC 20515

Dear Representative Gibson:

Enough is enough. I've enjoyed getting to know you since your election and have appreciated our many conversations about SNAP/food stamps and how important they were to you. I truly believe that you know the value of government services and the role they play in improving lives and building success for individuals and families. But at this point, I cannot stand by and let your colleagues destroy those essential programs and our economy.

Enough is enough. It is time for you to step up and speak out in more than a token manner with your "No Labels" campaign. It is time for you to be a loud voice in your party against this insanity. Make this country stronger by standing up to bullies and standing up for democracy. If you fail to move your colleagues on the government shutdown and debt ceiling, you will have failed your constituents, including me. You must make it very clear where you stand on this issue.

I urge you to speak out publicly against the shutdown, against the attempt to defund Obamacare at the treat of our financial security, and against your colleagues who do not understand the meaning of democratic elections.

Enough is enough. And I need to hear those words from you.

Sincerely,

Alisa Costa

Healthcare.gov

I've been unemployed for five months and without health insurance for four. It's the first time in my life that I've been uninsured and I have to admit it's a little scary. I was in the middle of a bunch of medical stuff when this happened, going to an ENT to try and find the source of my recurring benign positional vertigo. I was scheduled to get an MRI when all this happened and have not been back. Fingers crossed that I don't have another episode before I get health coverage.

I could have continued my health coverage with COBRA at the insane amount of $740/month for a plan with a $10,000 deductible. So I'm not sure why I would even consider that. So when October 1 rolled around, I was pretty excited to see my options and what subsidies my be available to me. Why October 1? Well, if you haven't heard, you must be living under a rock! The new health exchanges required under the Affordable Care Act (ACA) aka Obamacare were up and running. New Yorkers, including myself, will have to be enrolled in a health insurance plan by December 15 or face a tax penalty.

On the plus side, there are tons of subsidies. So while most people will have to pay something out of pocket, they will be getting health insurance out of it, the government will be giving tax breaks that will make it much more affordable. Total bonus! Check out this great story out of Utah as an example.

Sure it's been a rough start. So many people have gone to healthcare.gov to learn more and to apply for coverage that the system was overloaded and many people, including myself, were denied access to the web site. But hey, I'm patient. So today I went to the NYS site to see my options. It was easy to set up an account, and it walked me through creating a household to determine which plans are available to me and my husband. It turns out there are 106 plans available to us! WOW! Where do I even begin?

Well, first off, the site lists them in cost order, low to high. This is great. You can click on different plans and compare to see if your meds are covered and your doctors and hospitals are in the plan. There is a filter that is not working yet that would make it even easier. Really great stuff.

The disappointing part? (There had to be right?) The plan rates start at $466/month for a plan with a $3,000 deductible. WHAT? So if I don't qualify for subsidies (I know I do), I will have to pay $466/month for absolutely nothing because my health care costs never reach $3,000. This is exactly what the anti-Obamacare Republicans were waiting for: healthy people getting pissed off about paying for a product they don't need/think they don't need.

I've always been someone who believes in health insurance. It's a bet you hope to lose. You may lose money on the deal, but that's because you're healthy. Yahoo! You never want to need health insurance to pay for cancer treatment or bypass surgery, but you're glad you have it. But America's deal seeking, bargain hunting, bang-for-your-buck mentality is counter to this. Will this mentality lead Americans to seek more car than they need to feel they are getting their money's worth? Will there be a rush to MRI centers, CAT scans and surgeons? Probably not. But it may lead to grave dissatisfaction with the law and it's requirements.

My next step is going to be figuring out how to apply for subsidies. The web site section related to this appears to be down at the time. My friends in that world have suggested I contact a "navigator," someone who is available to help people like me figure it all out and assit you in your application. I'll keep you posted on how that goes.

Despite the bumps and concerns, this is a BIG deal. It's going to change our lives for the better. I'm excited about the implementation of Obamacare. And I hope you are too. Check out your options at Healthcare.gov.

The Brat Pack

Someone recently asked me why I like The Breakfast Club so much. I always include it in my list of favorite movies. It's an iconic film for my generation. But as I opened my mouth to answer, I did not have a specific reason to offer. My list of favorite movies includes great films with complex characters and relationships, amazing acting, beautiful cinematography, excellent directing, or some combination thereof.

So what is it about this iconic film that when it flashes before my eyes as I surf channels I must stop and  finish it? Of all the "Brat Pack" films like Pretty in Pink, Sixteen Candles, St. Elmo's Fire, this one is it for me.

I guess to start with broad strokes, it's the theme of stereotypes and fitting in and the common enemy of the ridiculous detention teacher. But it is the clever one-liners, witty banter, great music, not-so-typical relationships that give it longevity. How many times have you  quoted the movie over a glass of wine at a party? Ok, maybe it was beer and tequila shots, but it was always epic.

The Breakfast Club came out when I was 11, a time when I was having trouble fitting in. It's a reality check about the boxes in which we place people. While the characters started out as seeming like one dimensional stereotypes, the film reveals more layers in funny ways. I was everyone in that film. I AM everyone in that film. I am the brain, the athlete, the basket case, the princess, and the criminal. And at the end of the film, you feel like you know that about each of them and they are friends.

Maybe I'm over romanticizing a bad film. I don't care. It's a classic and I will watch it with you any time.

Dear Mr. Vernon:

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong, but we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us... In the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain... ...and an athlete... ...and a basket case... ...a princess... ...and a criminal.

Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.

Characters

What is it about the Fall television season that fills me with dread? It's not that I enjoy the endless trough of reruns, made-for-tv-crap, or endless bad movies that pop up during the summer months. Although it does drive me out of the house to do more engaging things.

When I was a kid, I pined for the new TV season. I would await my favorite shows with anticipation and talk about premiere episodes and pilots on the bus in the morning. Whether it was Family Ties, L.A. Law, Growing Pains, Full House (what is wrong with me?), I had something to say about it. Now it's as though the memories of television shows from last season are better than they actually were.

I think I've grown as a viewer (I really hope so anyway). I don't care about the plot as much as I do character development. And if I can care about the characters, and they can pull off even the most ridiculous scenarios, I'm hooked. This is why I enjoyed TV like Grimm, Once Upon a Time, Dr, Who, The Walking Dead, True Blood, etc. The characters, even the secondary ones, tend to have depth, a back story, something that makes me identify with them, or like them. Therefore, I care about whether they are injured, hurt, kidnapped, maimed, or killed. The ridiculous plots, and even more ridiculous plot drivers didn't bother me so much. I took my suspension of disbelief to a whole new level because I wanted to see how my heroes would pull through.

All of these reasons are exactly why I see some shows as complete failures. If you don't give me something to cling to in the first episode or two, you've lost me. And here lies the problem with Sleepy Hollow, the new supernatural series based ever so loosely on the story of the same name. I watched the first two episodes and not only have they given me nothing on the main characters (I have no idea of their motivations and very little history). Even worse, they eliminated the bad guy/arch nemesis after just one episode. How on earth do you only have the headless horseman for one episode???

Dear TV writers (and you movie folks too): please develop your characters, especially your female characters. Quickly. I know you can do this. Please do not create a female character who needs to be saved by a man (Yes I'm talking to you scyfy and Haven). Thank you.

Car Trouble

Anyone who knows me knows I love my car. It's a 2004 Honda Civic EX. When I bought it, it made me happy. I had just totaled my 1997 Civic on the Northern Parkway on Long Island. A person in the right hand lane decided to stop dead in the middle of a busy highway. As I rounded a bend, there he was. My car looked destroyed, but aside from a dramatic moment, my passenger and I were fine. Of course, then I got sued, but that was another story that ended anti-climactically with the suit being dropped. 

When I bought this car, it was a moment of pride. I got a great deal. I paid as much for it as I did my 1997 Civic. And this one has automatic locks and power windows, a CD player, a sun roof, and drove like a dream. I say ‘drove,’ because after almost 10 years and 160,000 miles, it's having some challenges.

Last month, the heat shield fell off. This is no big deal. It fell off my 1997 Civic. It doesn't impact the way the car drives, but it does make it noisy. The car now rattles a little at low speeds. So getting out of the driveway or the parking lot is like listening to a steel drum band.

Next, the A/C cut out. If you know me, you know I love the A/C. I'm a sweater, so even slightly warm days make me unhappy. Also, I have hair that responds dramatically to any kind of moisture in the air. In short, the A/C keeps my windshield from fogging up and my hair from exploding. It's a win-win. The A/C just needed to be recharged, which I could take care of at my next oil change, or so I thought.

Then, the inevitable happened. And I say inevitable because it is unexpected, annoying, and ridiculous. And those three happening all at once to me periodically is a given. The car was left outside, with the trunk open, overnight, during a torrential downpour. The names of the guilty are being withheld to protect the innocent. Emptying the trunk and sopping up the water was no small feat. Fortunately, the weather dried up and I think it's finally dried out after three  days. But at the same time I pulled the car back into the garage, my husband noticed a flat tire.

So today I headed out to get the flat fixed. Hubby used the bike pump to get me out the door. Easy fix. $8 and a smile. Sweet! Next, I headed to Valvoline for an oil change and to get the A/C done. 45 minutes later the nice man explained it's not the coolant, but the compressor. They can't do it, but they know someone who can...for $500. Um...no thanks. I called my mechanic and headed over. Okay, he can do it for $400. Crap.

Really? Really??? This is just great. My beautifully running, favorite car that was a dream at 140,000 miles has quickly turned into a piece of crap right under my nose. It seems to have happened all a once. I had always planned on running this car into the ground, but I thought it would be different. I take good care of it and maintain it well. I thought if things went wrong, it would be one or two things a year, not ALL AT ONCE while I'm unemployed. 

They say timing is everything right? We'll see.

Mac and Cheese (revised)

My husband and I are huge, HUGE mac and cheese fans. We eat it any way we can get it: from a box, gourmet offerings, frozen meals, deli case... it's our go to comfort food as vegetarians. We add stuff to it: broccoli, onions, spinach, black beans, peppers, jalapeños, spicy cheeses, salsa, and more. But when it comes down to it, we really love his mom's tried and true creamy baked mac and cheese recipe. 

This is a recipe that gets handed down for generations. It likely was originally taken off the side of an elbow macaroni box, but hey, if it's that good, it should be published. So, I am deeply committed to this recipe. My mother-in-law passed away before our wedding. At one of our last Christmas' together, I asked for her family recipes and, thankfully, her "Baked Macaroni and Cheese" recipe was included. 

I typically make this with very few changes. Every time I try to mess with it, well, let's just say the results are disappointing. Lately, I even tried trading out classic elbow pasta for cavatappi. Now that's a winner. I have also tried whole wheat pasta. But in the end, the delicate béchamel needs a white pasta. 

So, at a recent visit with friends, I was intrigued when they urged me to try brown rice pasta as a substitute for regular durum wheat pasta. It has similar nutritional value to traditional white pasta but it is safe for gluten allergic friends. He sent us home with a bag to try. So here is our experiment with the recipe:

Baked Macaroni and Cheese

2 TB butter
2 TB flour
1 tsp ground mustard
1/4 tsp salt
2 1/2 cups milk
8 oz. cheese (cheddar, or american)
8 oz. elbow macaroni
buttered bread crumbs

First note: I doubled the recipe. I always double the recipe.

Thickened milk mixture
before adding cheese.

Over medium heat, melt butter, add flour, and remove from heat. Stir until well incorporated. Do not brown the flour. It's okay if you get distracted, and it cools off. You can add it back to the heat later. Add mustard, salt. This is also sometimes where I add other ingredients like garlic black pepper or cayenne, depending on how I'm doctoring it up. Place pot back on heat, add the milk, then stir until mixture starts to thicken and clings to spoon (roughly 10 min).

Add 6 oz. of cheese, a little at a time, stirring constantly over low heat until a smooth, creamy sauce is created. Reserve the remaining cheese for the topping.

Note: You do not want the sauce done before the pasta. It can get a film on the top if you stop stirring. If this happens, stir it again until smooth.

Cook pasta according to package directions (minus 2-5 minutes). This is what got me in trouble. I did not look closely at the package which says to cook over medium heat and to rinse the pasta after cooking. The instructions said to cook 15-16 minutes, and I cooked it for 10, knowing the pasta would finish cooking in the oven. I did not rinse it.

Add pasta to baking pan. (This is also where I added some broccoli this time) Pour sauce over the pasta and gently stir until noodles are mostly covered. Sprinkle remaining cheese followed by the buttered breadcrumbs. I use panko bread crumbs which get super crunchy.

Bake at 375 degrees for about 20-25 minutes until the top is nice and brown.

The results: Well, let me just say that brown rice pasta is YUMMY. It tastes similar to white pasta, but a little sweeter, which in this case was a bonus. It holds up well to the cheesy  béchamel sauce and the crunchy breadcrumb topping, by is not overpowering. My big disappointment was in the texture: the noodles seemed overcooked and mushy, almost gelatinous. I'm not sure if they did not hold up to baking in a casserole, if they needed to be rinsed, or what. Disappointingly, the noodles fell apart.

Next time, I will follow the rice pasta’s cooking instructions more carefully, cooking the pasta over a lower heat and rinsing in cold water after cooking. Then, I will report back. As for now, I will consider this rice pasta as a viable option for our mac and cheese.

When Cats Attack

Ok. According to my Facebook and Twitter feeds, it's Shark Week. And I'm pretty sure I'm not going to watch anything related to sharks, this week, or any time in the future. I have noticed that of late posts about sharks, Shark Week, Sharknado and the like have crept into my news feeds. It is clearly amusing my friends near and far, so why should I care?

Today's post is more about what else is creeping into my news feed. And I did it to myself. All these pictures of cats started popping up. First, it was a little random. Some friends posted pictures, cute and strange, of their own kitties. And I clicked the like button. Hey, I'm a cat person. I have two kitties of my own. I don't judge.

Then I decided I wanted more. I liked whole pages of cats like Catbook and And My Cat. Both have provided regular posts with cute pictures of kittens and cats or memes that make me laugh. Take these for example.

Just when I thought I couldn't squeeze anymore cats into my facebook news feed, I found something truly amazing. It's called Unadvertize.me. It's an app for Chrome that will take those stupid promoted posts in your news feed and replace them with an instagram feed of your choosing. It's amazing. Now my feed is full of #cats, #catsofinstagram, and #caturday pictures instead of sales from stores I don't care about. It is pure kitty bliss.

Talk about convenient! Fewer ads and more cats! Of course, you could use other streams, but why?

Gender Bending Monday

What's a good way to spend a Monday? Breaking gender stereotypes will always put a smile on my face. How about you? Check out these great smiling gender benders:

I saw this great video posted on Facebook and just had to share it.

If you're not bopping around in your chair from that one, don't worry, there is more to make you smile. There is also a really interesting tumblr feed with things like this and this.

But not everyone is as into this theme as I am. In May, a Milwaukee school district caused some controversy by planning a gender bender theme day during spirit week. The optional day would allow girls to dress like boys and boys to dress like girls. Some parents raised concerns that this was somehow promoting homosexuality. Who knew something so fun could be so thought provoking? But yes, controversial too.

What makes your Monday?

An open letter to Senators Jeff Klein, Diane Savino and Dean Skelos

Dear Senators:

I admit I am a busy activist for several issues. I care about health care, the environment, equality, poverty, and more. You probably hear from me a lot during the year in relation to actions I have taken my several organizations urging you to vote yes or no on different proposals. You likely hear from hundreds of thousands of New Yorkers, so I highly doubt you remember my comments. I still send them to you.

I apologize for the length of this note. However, your inaction leaves a lot of issues unresolved.

This year, you all have the opportunity to really make a difference for a lot of New Yorkers. There are several legislative proposals on which the Senate has not yet taken action. For some, these proposals could me life or death. So I am urging you to put your differences aside, face your fears, and let the Senate vote on them. I could just quote this, but I have more to say. Below is a list of some of the proposals on which I urge you to act:

Hydraulic Fracking Moratorium (S4236A): This is important. We know there have been fracking problems in other parts of the country. We are not sure how to prevent these problems should drilling begin in our state.  The health impact assessment being proposed is consistent with the CDC's best practices, unlike other studies underway or being proposed. 

Your public statements say you are waiting for action from Governor Cuomo. You need to take a stand and protect New Yorkers. If drilling begins and there are problems, it will be on you. You have the chance to put a halt to drilling until we have all the facts. Protect our water, protect our health. Make it happen. Vote.

Gender Expression Non-Discrimination Act (S.195 ): Transgender, gender queer, and individuals perceived to be, face daunting, categorical discrimination statewide. Not only are these individuals face with everyday violence, but they face discrimination in housing, employment and other public accommodations.

Every New Yorker deserves the dignity and full opportunity that allows them to be full participants in their community and to live to their ful potential. It's a people thing. Make it happen. Vote.

Women's Equality Agenda (Governor's Program Bill #9): This legislation contains 10 provisions which would protect and advance equality for women in New York State. It includes provisions impacting reproductive health, pay equity, sexual harassment, domestic violence, sexual assault, credit and housing discrimination, pregnancy discrimination, human trafficking laws, and more. This is an excellent, comprehensive package that will really make a difference in the lives of women and their families. 

You made public statements noting you will not vote on it because of an abortion provision. I do not buy it. If you do not like the abortion provision, do not vote for it. Either way, make it happen. Vote.

New York Dream Act (S2378): Children brought to New York who are undocumented are not at fault for their status. They grow up in New York State and should have the same access to opportunity that I have. They deserve access to higher education and financial aid so they too can fulfill their potential.

I know Dreamers cannot vote, and maybe that is what holds you back from action. I appreciate that you put voters first. However, these individuals work hard and can make a difference in our communities, if you just give them a chance.  Make it happen. Vote.

Comprehensive Campaign Finance Reform (S4705): Most importantly, and something that no doubt impacts all of these measures, I support fair elections legislation. I can see how one might believe that the above measures are being held up because of special interest donations from big lobbyists, big business, and wealthy individuals with a stake. ALL New Yorkers have a stake and the amount of money one can contribute to your campaign should not have an impact on how much power they hold over you.

It is bout time you are able to legislate and not have to spend so much time fundraising. Sure, the events can be fun, and it makes you feel important and special. But aren't you tire of it all yet? Don't you wish you could go home and not have to go to three events before dinner? Make it happen. Get it done. Vote.

I support all these measures 1000 percent. Why? Because I believe that equality and justice are not something for which one must ask, but it is required and must be protected. Every New Yorker deserves to be safe from harm, have equal opportunity to achieve one's full potential, have autonomy to make informed health decisions, and know that their interests are being equally protected by the State. All these measures do that.

At the very least, New Yorkers deserve to know where their elected officials stand on this issue. Regardless of whether or not the measures can pass with a majority vote, legislators should have the opportunity to vote their conscience. If they fail, we know the opposition is stronger. If they succeed it should be on their merits.

So I urge you to take a true step in governing and allow votes on these proposals before the end of the legislative session this week.

The Epic Battle: Ketchup vs. Mustard

I grew up on Long Island, NY, with a very specific food culture. Were I grew up, there were delis specializing in home cured deli meats, sausages, and salads, frying up egg sandwiches from the grill. Bakeries specializing in things like bowties, challah, and real crusty Italian bread. I grew up and even worked in bagel stored serving big, glossy, chewy, hot bagels, and pizza parlors serving pies with thin, crisp, yet chewy crust, oozing with cheese. (If you're not hungry yet, you will be).

I grew up where mustard is served on Nathan's Hotdogs and ketchup is served on All-American Hamburgers and French Fries. We drank soda in cans. All was orderly in the world.

When my family traveled outside the tri-state metro area, we were greeted by the oddities of different American food culture. We visited places where pop was sipped from a tin. We found subs instead of heros. But worst of all was the first bite of a burger from a fast food stop. The surprising addition of mustard to our burgers was the most horrifying thing we could think of.

We quickly adapted and learned to order our burgers without mustard in out thick Lawn-guyland accents. Ketchup is sweet and salty, a glorious addition to a fatty burger to create the holy trinity of food addiction. You can add cheese. You can add lettuce or tomato. But really, it has to be ketchup.

Fortunately, hotdogs were more of a self-serve food item. Mustard for hotdogs is about spice and acid. The salty more sweet versions take to a brown spicy mustard that cuts the fat with a sharp tangy boost. Adding the sweet of ketchup just makes it taste like a lollipop on a bun.

Is what they say true? You can't teach an old dog new tricks? Would the foods of my childhood always remain my favorites? Or can we learn to appreciate the flavors that once repelled us?

Now that I have reached a time in my life when I have lived Upstate as many years as I have lived in Massapequa, I have eaten plenty of different kinds of burgers and dogs. I've taken the time to try burgers with mustard, pickles, even blue cheese. I've tried my dogs with a combo of mustard and ketchup. I get it now. A sharp, spicy mustard cuts the fat as a tart pickle would. It adds a layer of flavor beyond the trinity. I might even say it elevates it.

But I won't. While I can appreciate mustard on my burger, I don't want it there. Give me sloppy, sweet and salty ketchup. Heck, I'd even prefer barbecue sauce to mustard. While I won't turn down a burger with mustard, I'm not really interested in switching.

Ketchup for burgers. Mustard for hot dogs. Hands down.

Letters to Grandma and Grandpa

My grandmother passed away in March. At 101 she left behind quite a legacy--and a lot of stuff. My parents have spent several days wading through personal items like photos, gifts, greeting cards, and paperwork dating back as early as 1960! Some of the more interesting items include stacks of letters from family members that were dated and stashed.

The earliest of my notes.
I clearly needed a penmanship lesson.

My grandparents were snow birds and traveled to Florida every fall and winter. I never saw them for the holidays, or for my birthday, which is in January. So I wrote them during those months. She saved several letters I wrote her as a child. I don't know if this is all of them. And reading through them is more than amusing.

The funny thing is, I don't remember any of the letter writing, or any responses. Oddly, I do recall the stationary.

Yes, I wished my Jewish grandparents
Merry Christmas!

From reading them, I often had a cold or cough when I wrote. I shared the weather and some other activity going on at the time.

I wrote about my birthday party at Farrels, a restaurant chain that no longer exists on the east coast, mostly taken over by Friendly's. And it seems I was often headed to a New York Arrows game.

It is strange to have this glimpse into my childhood. As I get older, there seems to be so many gaps in my memory. Minor occurrences have disappeared from history, and only the selected few remain. I recall some of the things I wrote about. I remember the birthday party and the soccer games. But the letter writing? Not a chance.

It seems letter writing is a long lost art. I stopped sending paper letters in the early 1990s when I discovered e-mail. I may have sent some postcards up through the early 2000s. Facebook and texting and emailing photos have replaced that. Heck, I blogged my second honeymoon! I love the instant gratification of it all. Not having to wait for a postcard two weeks after your relative has returned from their trip is really nice.

Even as electronic communication allows us to save more of our past in less space, we save less. I do not have the emails from my ex boyfriend that we sent each other in college. I met my husband in an online chat room, and none of those correspondences are saved. I do not save store-bought greeting cards. It is all gone.

Cursive circa 1984! And what is that doodle?

Here is a relic from the 1980s. Here is my handwriting. Here are my thoughts. This is part of who I was or how I wanted my grandparents to see me. Here are the doodles. Here is the stationary I liked.

Yet, who this person was who wrote it? I think I know as much about her as you do. Most of what she did, how she spent her days, what she hoped, is gone from my memory, save some photos from parties, vacations, and family events.

I'm only 39. How little will be left at 60 or 80? Does it matter? I'm a different person now. These things shaped me, but they may be gone.

Now that I have fully depressed myself...I think, if I ever have children, I will try to create and save these items. It was very interesting to see. And someday, it will be all we have of that time... except what was posted to facebook and twitter. They keep everything.

On women's health and privilege.

I just read Angelina Jolie's OpEd in the New York Times about her decision to have a preventive double mastectomy after testing positive for the breast cancer gene BRCA1. She titles it "My Medical Choice." It is an amazing and wonderful thing that she has knowledge about her health risks and options to deal with them. Without a cure for cancer, this is the next best thing for taking control of one's own health care and future.

I have loved Angeline Jolie as an actor ever since her performance in my favorite coming of age film, Foxfire, based on the Joyce Carol Oates novel of the same name. I love her work for the United Nations and all she has done for refugees around the world. And I love her now for raising awareness of the options for women looking to prevent breast and ovarian cancers.

What her piece highlights for me is the very different worlds she and I live in. As a woman of privilege, she is able to make a fully informed decision about her health care. She can access state of the art genetic testing to better understand her risks. Then, with this knowledge, she can choose from several options for prevention and screening.

Breast cancer alone kills some 458,000 people each year, according to the World Health Organization, mainly in low- and middle-income countries. It has got to be a priority to ensure that more women can access gene testing and lifesaving preventive treatment, whatever their means and background, wherever they live. The cost of testing for BRCA1 and BRCA2, at more than $3,000 in the United States, remains an obstacle for many women.

For me, as I also consider myself a woman of privilege, I could probably afford the $3,000 for the genetic test, which would be a hardship, but not completely out of reach. Then, if I tested positive, I could consider some of the options, but first I would have to see what my health insurance company covers. I will never have access to the best surgeons in the country as Jolie did, nor will I be able to receive care at the Pink Lotus Breast Center or any place like it. But I might be able to get a double mastectomy and reconstructive surgery with my limited health insurance, again, at some significant cost. I could probably scrounge up the funds or take out a loan.

For millions of other women in the United States, none of these options are available. They do not have health insurance, nor do they have access to the thousands of dollars for just the genetic screening.  They likely will not even receive a breast cancer screening. For them, they wait until something goes seriously wrong. They find the lump, if they are lucky; but then what? Without health insurance, how does she even seek treatment? 

I don't need to take this to its conclusion. You get the picture.

Angelina Jolie is brave. She is an important voice in the fight for women's health. I hope she can speak louder on behalf of the millions of women for which these options are out of reach. The advances in breast cancer prevention and treatment are truly remarkable. We should ensure that all women can access them.

This is why I support the Affordable Care Act. It is one step closer to ensuring that all women have access to the screening, prevention, and treatment afforded to Angelina Jolie. It is the moral and right thing to do for all Americans.

On entertaining

It has been a VERY long time since I have had a guest over for dinner at my home. Something like three years.

It makes me sad to think about it. I love to cook and take care of friends. Making cocktails and munchies, finding the perfect playlist, and preparing a special meal. Laughter and good times. I'd grill veggies, create a mini fiesta of tacos and burritos, shrimp with couscous, and all sorts of things. I miss entertaining and hosting terribly. Sitting on the couch with a glass of wine and talking until midnight.

But life has been extremely complicated. And the longer the break from entertaining, the more distant the idea, the messier the house got. The messier the house, the more daunting the idea of cleaning. It became a terrible cycle that needed to be broken. And there's a little bit of shame and embarrassment thrown in there too.

Life throws things at you sometimes that you can't handle with the grace and strength you thought you had. But it's okay. Because I think in losing part of myself, I found another part I did not know existed. The part who is patient, and kinder, and more strategic. I became more appreciative of friends who have stuck by me, and who have been kind and patient.

And now I'm letting go of things that keep me down. Letting go of some of the fears that kept me from my friends and family. Not caring about things that used to make me cry. I started by cleaning. One room. Then another. Then, to get me over the hump, I just did it. I invited a good and understanding friend over for dinner. And with a little help from hubby, made the house presentable.

Homemade tortilla chips and mango salsa. Margaritas. Vegetarian burritos and braised brussel sprouts. Good conversation. All the things that make me happy. I'm so glad I got here.

Better Than Popcorn

Yesterday afternoon, I came home with a plan: to veg in front of my television and watch movies until I fall asleep. But first, I had to take on dinner.

As I was preparing the meal, I was daunted by the very large bag of kale I bought from BJs earlier in the week. What on earth was I going to do with all this kale? I had already chopped some up into tomato sauce for pasta and hubby even included some in the crock pot for turkey earlier in the week. However, there was still a lot of kale.

Then it hit me. Instead of popcorn for my veg night, I could make kale chips! I made kale chips before and enjoyed them immensely.

I tore the leaves off their woody stems; sprinkled it with olive oil, salt and pepper; and rubbed the leaves until they were fully covered. Then I baked it at 300 degrees for about 15-20 minutes until they became light and crispy (but not brown). Finally, the thing that made this batch special...I sprinkled the finished product with nutritional yeast, an ingredient I had bought for a single recipe over the December holidays.

Voila! This was perfection! If you have ever craved popcorn for movie watching, please try this. You will NOT be disappointed. The chips are so light and crisp they melt in your mouth. The bitter green taster gives way to an earthy flavor. Then, the nutritional yeast adds a creamy, nutty, almost cheesiness to each delectable bite. Oh my goodness, why did I wait so long to make these?!

A new beginning

The last time I posted to this blog was just over two years ago. I was in the middle of an extremely rough patch in my life, to say the least. My husband and I were both unemployed and I was just beginning a new position.  

The two years following have been full of obstacles, hardship, joys, pain, and learning opportunities--too many to outline in any blog. The rough patch is still ironing itself out, but my mind is beginning to refocus.

I need to write. I realize I need to write in order to be happy. Being confined to only write about certain things has left a lump in my throat that needs to be cleared. So this post is titled "a new beginning " because I feel like I need to start over and almost erase the previous posts. But I won't. I need to write to be whole. So today, I will start writing.