i am broham


people! ohmygodohmygodohmygod. hi! i took a selfie and even smiled.

my mommy is really busy thinking about a lot of stuff. i don’t know what that stuff is. she still has time to rub on me a whole lot. and she feeds me every day. it’s something white and tiny, something that smells like burnt cows and crunchy stuff. she pours something on it that smells like the stuff she makes in the morning. i think i heard her tell my daddy bacon grease is life. i eat bacon grease is life on my food. it’s delicious.

my dad gives me something salty and crunch from a red bag. it’s crunchy and makes me drink a lot of water, but i like it. he dropped something that looked like leaves on the ground. i ate it. i don’t think i liked it, but it was his food so i figured it was a good idea to eat it because he ate it.

i don’t really know what a week is. i think it’s a bunch of times i go to sleep and wake up. i woke up this morning and went outside. my daddy tried to secure the patio, but i’m smart. i pushed the rocks. i smelled something and i gotta find out what it is. i think it’s another dog. there are two guys down the way that bark every now and then. i left a message for them outside their fence. i want to see who they are. the one sounds big, but he can’t be bigger than my daddy so i’m not scared.

my mommy took me to the park before i went to sleep and woke up the last time. it was fun. some little dog barked at me. little dogs are cute. they bark and bark like they’re big, but they’re not. my mommy made me stay close so that i didn’t run up on him and scare him. he had a brother though who looked bigger. he didn’t bark. he looked annoyed. yapping little brother always has something to say.

my daddy took me to the park too. i don’t know how many sleeps and wake ups ago that was. we had fun too. he let me off the leash. i don’t get off my leash a lot. why? maybe i’m a little curious. sometimes i just like to find what i smell when i’m out walking. soo… it’s possible that i may be a little bit of a runner. i’m getting it together because i want to get off the leash with my mommy. she gets all nervous i’m going to hurt myself. i don’t know where she gets that idea from.

(Editor’s note: Bro’Ham forgot he jumped out the car window while the car was moving. He also dashed out the door and scared the neighborhood kids so much they jumped on cars.)

i got a toy this week. it makes noise and it’s squishy. my mommy kept being a jerk and moving it. she didn’t understand that i put it where i wanted it. she really needs to chill out with the picking up my stuff and moving it. i can’t find it! but then i remember bacon grease is life on my food. it’s been my favorite toy this week. that really hard thing that smells like bison is a real close second. i can chew that and not get in trouble. i guess eating daddy’s shoe strings and trying to find the food in mommy’s bag wasn’t a good idea.

my mommy put me out her room this morning and i heard some sounds and stuff behind the door. when she came out she smelled different. then she went in room where she made me all wet and came out smelling different. i think we’re going somewhere. i gotta go before she asks me why i’ve been barking so much and put me in jail for using her white box.

Righting Wronged Ships


The mantra above is one that I created working with Akua when she was just starting Let’s Pursue You roughly three years ago. It helped me work through a lot of issues around valuing who I am, what I stand for and releasing old stories I believed to be true about myself.

It comes in handy once again. For the last two weeks, I’ve allowed myself to succumb to the whims of life’s tides. There’s a part of me that wants to blame something (Bro’Ham) or someone (The Hero is my favorite scapegoat), but at the end of the day, I believe in ownership.

I sabotaged myself. I spoke being tired, achy, afraid, not good enough into existence and when it showed up and called me Mommy, I was confused and clutching my pearls. For real though?

Yes, for real. See, I have a pretty good mind. When I focus and use it, fantastic things happen. I create. I expand. I feel. I am at peace. When I forget these things and focus on all the small things happening around me, I lose sight of game-changing me. The clouds of smallness roll in and shade my shine.

It manifested here on the blog. I apologize to you for some not-so-stellar posts as of late. I’m going to do better. That may mean that you don’t get to come along for food adventure rides because I’m not cooking anything spectacular this week. As a matter of fact, we’re having plain old spaghetti for about three days, which probably means no food post this week. A funny story may come from me convincing The Hero that he can still eat spaghetti cooked today on Saturday, but sharing a spaghetti sauce recipe that changes with whatever we have on hand seems kinda like cheating. I’m not going to do that.

So I’m righting the ship over here. The Hero mentioned that it’s never that I can’t do something, it’s that I haven’t decided I can and will. So, once again, I’m deciding I can do better starting today. That includes on the blog, in my creative life, self-care and work. In the meantime, I’m going to Google supporting information on leftover shelf life so I don’t have to cook again until Saturday.


Week in Review: February 5, 2017


My weekend ended spending time with The Girl. She was upset that Bro’Ham wasn’t with me this weekend. So she was stank. Which means I had to annoy her alllll weekend.

Wait… it’s the week in review. Let me rewind.

Early this week was tough to put it mildly. I am officially transitioning to a different position and to be honest, it’s scary and exciting. I realize it’s a lot different than what I expected, but different is good. It’s forcing me to break into new ways of thinking and new frontiers. I have to lead an all-day meeting Friday. I am not ready. Not that I haven’t prepared, it’s the scope of the project that I underestimated. It’s huge. The part I thought  I managed is about 15% of the total process. Eye-opening the last 10 days. I know I’ll get it, I just have to be patient getting there. So that’s work.

I thought once my kids were grown, parenting would taper off. Nah. Tuesday through Thursday was hard to get through. Tuesday was the worst. Looking back, I’m proud of myself for moving through it and regaining my calm much faster than I normally do. I dreaded what visiting the kids would entail this weekend, but it turned out fine.

Through that experience, I realized that I had to mourn a phase with The Kid. He’s not The Kid anymore. Well… he’s my kid, but it means something else. This week showed me that parenting never stops, but I can choose how I respond to it. At some point, as parents, we have to let go and see if what we think we put in there worked. What I know is that every one of us figured it out and I really have to give my kid and myself space to allow that to happen.

So that brings us back to the weekend. The Kid had to work so The Girl and I got to spend some time together. We went to lunch (that girl can eat!) and then to the Natural History Museum. I took more pictures, but they all look something like this:


I bet you can guess I got nothing done for the blog this weekend. Instead we started celebrating The Hero’s birthday early on Sunday. Let’s just say that wasn’t my smartest idea having to wake up at 5:30 a.m. Monday. So on that note, I’m off to take a shower and go to bed. Let’s all meet up again Wednesday when I promise I’ll have a recipe. For humans.

Dog Treats and Different Beats


Adopting Bro’Ham and the new administration are running simultaneously with my need to clear space mentally, physically and emotionally. I’ve been in a constant state of flux for almost two weeks. It’s draining and energizing at the same time. My life is taking a new path.

I used to want to be the person that was a catalyst for big change, but I’ve moved away from that. Big is a subjective word. Right now, a big change is making sure that The Kid is sane and safe and that The Girl understands her role as a citizen in one of the most opportunistic countries on the planet before she’s eligible to vote. Big is knowing what’s happening at city council meetings, what bills are moving through the state legislature and how they will affect our civil rights and economic viability. Big is realizing that what’s happening is shrouded in race and there is a lot of work to be done there, but economics plays a major role in creating unity. Big is encouraging people to realize new opportunities instead of expecting ones from the past to return. Big is starting local and fighting for the rights of all people to be financially independent. At the end of the day, it boils down to scarcity: not enough jobs, not enough money, not enough room. Not enough. And not enough is a lie.

These thoughts are sometimes overwhelming, but you know what? Bro’Ham has been very soothing. He doesn’t care about any of this. He cares about us. He’s happy to have a family. His in-the-momentness is relaxing and therapeutic. I can see how pet parents live longer.

So to salute Bro’Ham, I motivated and made the dog treats. I found a simple recipe because I don’t want to introduce too many things to him in case he has allergies. We already had two incidents, so I’m leery. Anyway, the recipe is simple: oats, egg, salt and beef broth. I can live with that, but no snack is complete without bacon in some form. I mean… why even eat it? Bacon grease for the win.

Now I’m sure you know that I had to try the dog treat. Um… it was like eating that Matrix protein. Next time I’ll eat one: the apocalypse. But apparently Bro’Ham was all in. I had to make him go lay down so he’d stop sniffing my hands for treats.

Dog Treats


  • 2½ cups ground oats, divided
  • ½ teaspoon salt
  • 1 egg
  • ½ cup beef or chicken broth
  • Bacon grease, melted

Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Line cookie sheet with foil and generously grease with bacon grease. Set aside.

Add 2 cups oats, salt, broth, and egg to a large mixing bowl. Combine well. Add remaining ½ cup oats and combine.

Knead dough for about 3 minutes. Press to ½” thickness. Cut with cookie cutter or knife and place onto a prepared pan. Drizzle bacon grease over treats.

Bake for 20 minutes. Remove from oven and allow to cool completely. Store in an airtight container or in the freezer. Thaw to use.

recipe from Add A Pinch


Bro’Ham likes them. At least that’s what I tell myself. I had to feed him three just to get this collage. I think he did it on purpose.


Food Inspiration: Dog Treats Made with Love


Um… so yeah… there’s no recipe. I promise this isn’t click bait. I was really going to make some treats for Bro’Ham until The Hero said that he would hate me for all eternity if I made him any treats with peanut butter. I couldn’t tell if The Hero was disgusted, horrified or downright surprised that I had even considered this. But I didn’t want to leave you hanging, so the photos above are for inspiration.

Now being a Google pro, I did find some dog treats that didn’t have the dreaded peanut butter in them. They did however have some other ingredient I don’t ever want to put in my oven for any living creature: liver. Good gawd! Nixed.

Seeing that I’m somewhere between the Comic Sans bloggers and the uber perfect bloggers with bone cookie cutters, I couldn’t do a half-assed job on my first doggie treats. And sadly enough, it’s The Hero’s and my house so I didn’t have the appropriate meat on hand anyway. After another battle with the dog hair (I WILL win this war!) and a slew of other crap-hitting-the-fan events, I’m too tired to go back to the store to buy it.

I am still not going to buy the bone cookie cutters because I don’t think Bro’Ham really cares about the shape  as long as he can eat it. Plus, he chewed the buttons of our sofa cushions so I may be a little in my feelings right now. As a matter of fact, I’m so in my feelings, that’s why there’s no recipe. Let’s just go with that until Friday.

Week in Review: January 29, 2017

Spoiler alert: this post is about my adventures with Bro’Ham 


I survived a week as a new pet parent! I was so happy that I treated myself to donuts Saturday morning. Man… pets are work. People said it was like having a kid, but It’s more than that. The kid can’t talk back to you. And most don’t get in the way when you’re working on projects trying to get caught up on your blog.

Anyway, Bro’Ham is doing pretty good with ‘sit’ and ‘stay’. I realized some of it was my own fault that he wasn’t listening to me. Last night, The Hero showed me how to walk him so that he isn’t pulling. Changed the whole game. For the first time I didn’t regret having to take him out.

We went to PetsMart this week too. Yeah… so… I didn’t realize:

PetsMart:dogs | Chuck E Cheese:kids

I’m in PetsMart, frazzled that I am the only one with the crazy dog who is spazzing out because he hasn’t seen any other dogs (and all the smells!) since the previous week. My dog turned up and he lightweight turned up the other dogs (as much as their obedience training would allow). Dog party. Unfortunately, those pet parents were not happy about it. Neither was the cashier. And can you believe the only person who helped me was an almost-drunk customer? Needless to say we won’t be going back to that particular PetsMart. I’ll go to Wal-Mart first.

I went to war with the pet hair. To avoid you feeling sorry for me, I’ll spare you the details and tell you that the hair won. And Bro’Ham still has not had a bath. That’s my workout Monday night. I’m going to stay positive and believe that he’ll like not smelling like last week’s funk.

Had our first ‘oh yeah?’ incident. Went out to a birthday celebration and came home to a nice pile of crap. Talk about annoyed. Who wants to clean up dog crap at 1 a.m. after having some drinks? Not. Me. Or The Hero. And then… as I’m discovering the funky gift, The Hero lets Bro’Ham out without a leash. Guess who wants to run off? Saturday night was not cool. Not cool at all.

So I’m hoping that this week feels more normal and I can figure out a schedule that doesn’t leave me sleepy, missing workouts and finishing my posts on time.


Sealed! DIY Whipped Butter


It’s been almost four days since we got Bro’Ham. To say having a dog is a whole different experience doesn’t begin to describe what being a pet parent means.

I have to feed another living being. Every day. He wants affection and reassurance that he’s okay and a good dog. He follows me around. He’s left a layer of dog hair that has broken my clean freak spirit. Two tongue baths (I am still weirded out by that, but another day). And he’s brought me a real sense of peace and calm.

Bro’Ham being here means a lot of handwashing. A lot. And for some reason, terrible static electricity. I know there’s some correlation between ash and getting the shock of life, so I figure now’s a good time to make some whipped butter.

I’d made a batch before and didn’t love the consistency. The recipe added beeswax, which isn’t something I’ve used before. It felt… waxy. It took forever to liquify and was just all around not a good deal.

This time I had the bright idea to substitute coconut oil for the beeswax. The end result is exactly what I wanted: a light, whipped cream that melts and glides on my skin easily. No more welts from all the rubbing.

Whipped Butter


  • 3 ounces shea butter
  • 3 ounces cocoa butter
  • 4 ounces coconut oil

Measure both butters and the coconut oil into heat safe  medium-sized bowl.  Set the bowl in a pan and add enough water to come about halfway up the bowl. Heat on medium-low until melted. Set aside to cool to room temperature. Using a whisk attachment, blend at high speed until frothy, about 1 minute.


Refrigerate 10 minutes or until just solid.


Once solid, using beaters, mix on high speed for 30 seconds to 1 minute or until desired consistency. Store in airtight container.