Marcus, Aristotle, and Douglas Adams Advice

In my young adulthood, I frequently said, “This is no time to panic…” Often at random moments, to no one in particular, mostly at work. 

After reading the book series, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, then seeing the classic BBC TV of the same name, the simpler phrase “Don’t panic” including a cheeky smirk and a deep sigh is a common refrain in my household. 

The first time I recall Marcus purposefully using the phrase “Don’t panic” was a memorable audition night in Denver seven or so years ago. 

How Much Love, Worry, and Wishes

I admit that when Marcus was a child, the future scared me. A whole lot. In fact, I used to cry on his birthday more out of fear than joy. Seems silly now, it’s just – look at that kid! He was so full of life and I had the devil whispering on my shoulder…

Finally, I woke up and noticed the futility of all those years of asking, “What are you going to do when he grows up?”

Hello Friends. Well, it’s May. Month five of 2020. Almost the halfway mark. What a doozie! 

You know the old saying, “Man plans. God laughs.” Or, put another way: 

But I planner I am. A very long 5 months ago I chose my 2020 word of the year. It’s actually been on the forefront of my mind a lot in this current crisis. It was, and is, maximize. 

In that post I explained: “This year we will be pushing

What’s Cookin’ (Bonus: Recipe Links!)

It’s Sunday. The day I write and the day I cook. I aggressively try to protect these two rituals. 

To me: Food is love. Food is survival. Food is creative art. Food is budgeted. Food is reward. Food is comfort. Food is control. 

I plan menus with care, choose foods that nourish, fill, and treat. Over the years Quinn’s dietary needs, restrictions, and requests have changed widely, and expanded my cooking knowledge and range. My food restrictions have changed too. Marcus’ tastes have expanded rather than