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Deb and John Larabee
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Love the moment, love the dance, for life is but a moment and the dance a lifetime.  John Larabee

Seizing the Moment

If you can’t take it with you, you might as well eat it here. On one unforgettable Sunday, I lost sight of my dad at the local all-you-can-eat buffet. My dad loved to eat, and my family took him to a Sunday prime rib brunch. My father had both diabetes and heart disease, but it […]

Simplicity (Part 1)

Greetings and Happy New Year to all of our Life by Larabee friends. So here we are again, at another New Year. Today, many people will set resolutions. Some may succeed, but many will abandon their well-intended goals before the end of March. I stopped setting resolutions years ago, preferring instead to live a few […]

The Magical Bowl

There is a certain sacredness to a circle. In many traditions, the circle is where one finds inclusiveness, intimacy, and safety. Is it any wonder that the circle serves as the container for nourishment from round-plated specialties to Buddha bowls? Nourishment is a way to honor oneself and one’s life. The presence of food is […]

The Mustard Sandwich Race

If Rhonda needed therapy as an adult, we were likely the cause. As one of the younger children, she was eager to fit in, to be part of our group. Of course, membership in such an illusive club required a fitting initiation. In previous posts, we discussed Rhonda’s aversion to certain foods. Therefore, the initiation […]

The Long Pause

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Those who read our posts probably noticed something different about last week’s newsletter. There were no pictures, and given that I am both photographer and writer, this conspicuous absence was likely quite noticeable. I had honestly planned to attach images to the posts, but the events of the week had pulled me elsewhere. I didn’t […]

Pause

On Monday morning, I visited our backyard garden to pick several cherry tomatoes and a handful of blackberries from the vine. Holding these tiny nutritional gems in the palm of my hand warmed me, knowing that my husband John had nurtured each one for months. From soil to plate, the garden lifecycle for this small harvest was now complete. Today, John will tend to the remaining garden, and I will toss the tomatoes and blackberries into a larger breakfast salad to nourish us. Food is as much about the spirit as it is about nutrition.