This Creamy Hatch Green Chile Chicken & Rice Soup is smoky, hearty, and brightened with lime and cilantro. A family favorite that freezes beautifully and tastes even better the next day. Perfect for snowy afternoons or crisp fall evenings.
Two cups of water hit the floor at the gym. Some people called it a disaster. I called it practice. The small stuff trains us for the big storms.
Van Halen. KISS. The Carpenters. A wild mix of noise and wonder—and a drum solo that rewired my brain. Music has a way of opening portals.
Parenting a pre-teen means protecting the bubble of boyhood while teaching responsibility. Here’s how I’m using scaffolding to guide my son through chaos, bad decisions, and growth.
A homemade take on Red’s burritos: Rancho Gordo pinto beans, melty Costco Mexican blend cheese, red onion, and Hatch green chile cream, rolled tight and crisped golden. Air fryer and freezer-friendly.
Adult life is full of maintenance—health, budgets, routines—that can feel monotonous. But with intention, maintenance becomes ritual, bringing joy, presence, and meaning to the everyday.
A late-summer afternoon, Gio’s first record, and the most satisfying pasta dish I know. This lusty, briny puttanesca hits with bold flavor and a touch of family ritual.
Unspoken expectations lead to resentment. In this reflection, I share how courageously setting expectations changed my relationships, reshaped my coaching, and brought peace. Saying what you need out loud is uncomfortable at first, but it’s the only way to move past turbulence into calm.
A cozy, elevated twist on mac and cheese: buttered penne layered over a silky aged cheddar-Brie sauce, folded with caramelized onions, and finished with fresh Serrano heat. Even my picky daughter said, “Yum, that’s good!”
This miso cod recipe is a weeknight cheat code—marinate, broil, and enjoy silky, savory fish with rice and bok choy. Effortless, delicious, and restaurant-quality.
At a youth baseball game, I watched a dad coach his son after every pitch. The boy kept looking at him instead of playing. It reminded me why parents need to stop coaching from the sidelines—and let their kids fail, learn, and grow.
Some nights, even with all the right sleep rituals, I still find myself staring at the ceiling until 3 a.m. The next day feels foggy, heavy, and frustrating. But I’ve discovered one small practice that helps me reset: a short midday meditation. It won’t cure insomnia, but it can save the day.
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