Monthly Archives: January 2016

Surviving Winter (Drowning In A Snow Globe)

Surviving Winter (Drowning In A Snow Globe)

Welcome Back!

Back  Home = happy place (physically & mentally)

Bridges = help us get there

 

 

Seriously.  It’s not even February and I am already sick of winter.  

 

It seems wherever I’m living on God’s Green Earth… it is encased in ice, snow and freezing temperatures 5 months out of the year.  

 

I will admit winter’s first snowfall is magical… beautiful… I even welcome it.  

 

The morning I wake-up and see everything covered in a blanket of pure pristine snow, is as exciting as it was when I was a kid.  

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But the older I get, the faster my tolerance for these long winters fades.

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I’ve come to think of Winter as Cousin Eddie from Family Vacation.  

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You know, that annoying relative (you love & hate) that comes to visit every year.  

 

You’re actually glad to see him when he first arrives.  He’s kind of fun and exciting…                  a refreshing change of pace from your day to day routine.

 

When you’re a kid, Cousin Eddie is the Best!  You can’t wait til he arrives and you can get out there and play with him.  Sometimes you wish he could even stay longer cause he’s just so much fun.

 

And then the older you get, the less enchanting Cousin Eddie’s visits become.  

 

He’s nice at first…but then he quickly gets on your nerves.  

 

He seems to make Everything harder.  

 

Having Cousin Eddie around changes your whole lifestyle. You have to bundle-up, clean off the car, scrape it off, heat it up, shovel, buy bags of ice-melt, and spend your life savings on the heating bill instead of a vacation to Hawaii.  

 

Suddenly you’re taking your life into  your hands just driving to the store to buy a tube of toothpaste.  A simple stroll down to your mailbox, requires you to dress as if you were setting out to reach the Summit of Mount Everest.

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Some days Cousin Eddie’s presence is so obtrusive, he’ll even makes it impossible for you to leave the house.

 

He’s supposed to leave by March….but NOOOOOO…. Eddie just can’t seem to pack-up and go that easily.  He delays his departure a few weeks and before you know it… he’s still hanging around in April.  And then it seems like, just as quickly as he arrives… he’s gone.  

 

One day you realize Cousin Eddie left. WOOHOO!!

 

Then you panic and worry for a moment that he might return….

but no, it’s good…

he is G.O.N.E.!!  

 

Or at least until his next visit.

 

Whew, what a relief.  Your life returns back to an easy breezy lifestyle.  Birds are singing, flowers are blooming and the warm air never smelled so fresh and sweet.

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After a couple months Cousin Eddie seems like a distant memory.  And you’ve forgotten how awful and annoying he was.  You just remember his good points… after all, he is a refreshing change.

 

Here’s some Bridges to help you during Cousin Eddie’s visit this winter:

 

  • Stay Healthy

Eddie is 100x more annoying if you’re sick.  So, eat well, get rest and remind everyone in the house about the importance of good handwashing!

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  • Ignore Him

Eddie doesn’t need to run the show, or ruin your day.  Remember you’re in charge of what you do and how you feel.  

 

  • Embrace Him

Eddie’s not leaving for a while so try to make the best out of it.  Learn to do things with him like; skiing, snowmobiling, snowshoeing, ice skating, etc…

Get Cozy…Drink Hot Toddies in front of a roaring fire!

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  • Have A Party

Invite some friends over to meet Eddie. You can plan a fun party on one of the special days during his visit: Super Bowl Sunday, Valentine’s Day, St. Patrick’s Day, Easter.  Have plenty of great food and drink, play some great music… Everyone loves a party!!

 

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Before you know it, Cousin Eddie will be gone!

 

And next year when Cousin Eddie shows up on your doorstep, he’ll be looking pretty good and you may even decide to bundle up and go out and play with him for a while.

 

What are some bridges you use to tolerate Cousin Eddie’s visit???

 

 

 

The Narcissistic, the Teen and the Car

The Narcissistic, the Teen and the Car

Welcome Back!

 

 

Back  Home = happy place (physically & mentally)

Bridges = help us get there

 

Today is a “Guest” post shared from one of my favorite friend’s website OMB.

Those of you who know me well, may think I wrote it.
I didn’t.
My article would have included a bit of a twist, with a much less happy ending.
 
I sincerely hope some of my wise readers can provide some helpful Bridges to navigate the way Back Home while withstanding the constant destruction caused by a truly narcissistic Ex. 

The Narcissistic, the Teen and the Car

The Narcissistic, the Teen and the Car

by Lucy K. Wright

My daughter was given driving lessons by her Narcissistic father as one of many (many) gifts from him over the holidays. He registered her for the classes in advance, no communication with me, with some classes occurring during my parenting time.

Surprise? The gift, Yes. The lack of communication and/or coordination with me on this milestone of an event in our daughter’s life? No. I would expect nothing other from him at this point.

My daughter was sooooo excited for driving classes, and is now soooo excited to be at this glorious almost-ready-for-her-permit eager teen age.

I’m very excited for my daughter too. Driving? Yeah, I’m a little nervous. Ok, a lot. I probably would have recommended we hold off on the lessons – until summer at least – but, well, I wasn’t asked.

The ExN wants the glory of being the cool Disney dad who gives his daughter driving lessons first, despite any recommendations “her mother” could ever think or suggest.

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Three weekends of completed driving lessons for the teen are now over.   Check.

And then this conversation occurred:

“Mom, dad said he is going to buy me a car, the really cool one that I want.”

“Really honey? That’s very thoughtful of your father. And very lucky for you too.”

“Yeah, he said he will buy me a car, but it can only be driven at his house. It’s not allowed at your house.”

“I’m sorry, What??”

“Dad said I can only drive the car he gets me when I’m with him. When I’m with you the car has to stay at his home. If I drive it to school I will have to take it back to his home first, and he will bring me back to yours if I’m with you that night. He said I’ll never be allowed to have the car he buys me around you at all.”

Seriously. I was dumbstruck.

I looked my daughter in the eyes and told her that plan was the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard.   (I don’t know if I should have said that out loud to her or not, but the words came out of my mouth faster than I could control at that moment.)

I told her it would seem to make more sense if her father and I worked something out so she would have ONE car that she could drive to either home, or wherever she needed to go, since it was going to be HER car after-all.

She replied, “Mom, you know that would never happen with dad, so why even waste your time thinking about it.”

She is 100% correct.   My daughter is a very smart young woman.

I know her father’s twisted Narcissistic way of thinking far too well: His brand new shiny fun gift of a car is going to look a heck of a lot better to our daughter than the century-old one she is going to have to work to pay half for at my home when the time comes….

And then he’ll think: Maybe, by giving our daughter another expensive new “thing” at his home, she will want to live with him full time!… and then he can quit paying child support!… and maybe our daughter will forget she even has “a mother” and he will never have to deal with me again… ever!!…!!

I can hear his twisted thoughts in my head right now.

And I believe his Narcissistic way of thinking on this one is going to prove him wrong. Even though you could certainly never tell him that.

My counselors throughout the years have consistently told me that my kids “will eventually understand” all of this someday. It may be when they are in their mid-20’s, or even early-30’s or later, but someday, they will understand.

It hasn’t always been an easy road for my kids since the divorce, and in fact, it’s been downright horrible for them at times, especially when I hit my lowest points while still trying to maintain balance and the strength from within myself to keep the conflict to a minimum and shield them from the toxic situation.

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Would my daughter like to pick out a fun new car for her 16th birthday? Of course she would. Who wouldn’t at that age.

But I also know, that she knows, and is truly beginning to understand, the differences between her father’s home versus mine. I am not claiming that things are all “right” at one home, and all “wrong” at the other; but there are certainly a lot of distinctions in lifestyles, and parenting styles, when you are a child of divorce, being raised by one Narcissistic parent.

I know because I was that child once also.

It’s taken me many years “to eventually understand” throughout my own journey in this long post-divorce process.

For instance, I now know that dazzling Disney dad isn’t necessarily always going to come out ahead in the end like he thinks he might.

Vroom!

~LLS~ Lucy K.

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After The Good Times

After The Good Times

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Back ? Home = happy place (physically & mentally)

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EVERYONE Loves a Good Time… a party, vacation, the HOLIDAYS!!!

 

And some of us have a hard time after the Good Time… when everyone’s gone home and all that’s left to do is clean-up the mess.

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Christmas is my favorite!!  The world of fun and joy opens right up during the weeks before Christmas.  Our house is filled with the sound of non-stop Christmas carols,  the aroma of Ginger Snap cookies baking in the oven, colorfully wrapped presents under the tree,  twinkling lights, and simply beautiful holiday decorations all around.

 

The anticipation of The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year is sometimes more excitement than I
can bare.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           
And vacations are the best!!  But when we get back home, there’s usually a pile of mail and heaps and heaps of dirty laundry.  Truth is, it is much more fun to pack your suitcase for a vacation, rather than empty it after you’ve returned back home.
 
So, how can we best navigate the transition from the Good Time to Back Home?  What are some Bridges that can help us achieve a more pleasant, and smooth RE-ENTRY?

 

 
I personally struggle to find those answers.  I’m the girl that actually kept her Christmas tree up until mid-February one year.  I just couldn’t bare to see it end.  So right before Valentines Day, I finally Took Down Christmas and quickly redecorated the house with festive hearts and cupids.

 

 
One of my closest friends has her tree un-decorated and at the curb by Christmas night.  Everything Christmas is cleaned up and put away until next year, all in less than 24 hours after “down the chimney St. Nicholas came with abound.”  There’s not even a crumb of a Christmas cookie or a strand of tinsel left behind.

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I also had a neighbor that put an (electric) “Candle” in each window during Christmas and kept them up (and lit in the evenings) until Easter.  I actually loved seeing the candle’s glow throughout the long winter and into the spring… I thought it was a very cozy, warm touch.

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 Those are only some extreme examples of how people approach transitioning from the Good Times to Back Home. Everyone handles things differently… in their own way… everyone has their own comfort zone.  And it would appear a healthy, balanced approach to transitioning lies somewhere in-between the extremes.
 
Ever since I was a little girl, I always loved a Good Time when people were happy and having fun… so transition was never easy for me.  Therefore, I have been working hard to navigate a healthier approach to Re-entry and have discovered some helpful Bridges.

 

 

 Be Mindful when you are Preparing for the Good Time

 

It’s a lot of fun when it’s a family event opening up 10 storage boxes of Christmas decorations, and everyone wants to cut down the biggest tree in the forest and after we’ve all hung our favorite ornaments in just the right spot, begins the excitement of who’ll get the honor of placing the Star on top… all while festive Christmas carols play in the background.

Then it comes time to Take Down Christmas and no one is the least bit interested in helping.  So, there you’ll be… most likely all alone, with no “Jolly Old Saint Nick” serenading you in the background.  Also, remember, the size of the tree is directly proportionate to the endless amounts of pine needles you’ll be vacuuming up until June.

Therefore, be mindful as to what (and how much) you put up during the Holidays… because chances are, it will not be as much fun (nor will you have much help) taking it down.

That goes for packing for a vacation as well.  PACK LIGHT.  The experts say “Pack your suitcase with everything you think you’ll need…and then take half of it out.”

There will be less laundry to face when you return, and emptying your suitcase won’t feel like an overwhelming task if it’s not bursting at the seams.

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Be Patient and Kind to Yourself

 

Don’t be too hard on yourself.  Give yourself a day or two (if you can) to readjust after the Good Time.  Once you’ve gotten your energy back and reacclimated… then set up a reasonable plan.  Decide on manageable tasks you can accomplish in a reasonable amount of time.  Once you start checking off these tasks, you’ll start feeling efficient and will easily build the momentum to complete RE-ENTRY.

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Home Sweet Home

 

Even though I love a Good Time as much as anyone… there’s nothing like Home Sweet Home.  Routine is so soothing.  There is peace and comfort that comes when everything is back to our version of normal.

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she always said:

“Noches Alegres, Mañana Triste”

 

 

 Please take a moment and share the Bridges you use for a smooth transition for the Good Times to Back Home in the comment section below.

 

Navigating Through a Miscarriage

Navigating Through a Miscarriage

Welcome Back!

 

Back  Home = happy place (physically & mentally)

Bridges = help us get there

 

This post is for those facing the changes and challenges that come with Miscarriage.  If this doesn’t pertain to you, please pass it on to someone it can help.

 

This post illuminates my personal journey Back Home after a miscarriage.  My children are all from my first marriage, and this story begins back then.    Almost 20 years later, it is still hard to revisit the roller-coaster of emotions.

 

When does life start?  When is the life one is carrying considered a “baby” ?

 

The answers to these question differ from person to person.  

 

 For me, it is the minute I find out that I am pregnant.  At that moment, I have already included this precious little soul completely into my life.

 I have embraced its presence as a member of our family… allowing myself to daydream about everything from its first birthday party to all the other lifetime milestones we will share.

 

My Story:

This baby was especially exciting for me.  My husband and I had once shared the desire to have a big family, but after two children, he decided our family was complete.  However, I did not agree.  I felt deep in my heart that our family was not complete, and finally convinced him we were meant to have at least one more child.

It was a sunny autumn day, I was in my second-trimester and we brought the boys to my check-up to hear the baby’s heartbeat.  I was excited to have our sons (ages 3 & 9)  hear the miracle of their tiny sibling’s heartbeat.

The doctor came into the room, and as she put the special speaker stethoscope on my belly, she asked how my pregnancy was going.  I was very proud to tell her it was just perfect!  

I felt great, my “baby-bump” was bigger than expected (she had just measured it at TWO weeks ahead of schedule) and I joked that this baby was probably going to be much bigger than his two brothers were.

The boys were busily chatting with their dad & I waited for the heartbeat “whoosh-whoosh” sound, which I knew would quickly get their attention.  The doctor finally said she was having trouble picking up a heartbeat.  

I confidently replied, “You will.  It’s there… just move the stethoscope around a little.”  But, to my bewilderment, she put the stethoscope away while mentioning something about fetal movement.  She said even though everything was probably fine, she was ordering an Ultrasound just to make sure.

I didn’t know what to think.  I was convinced if she had just tried to find the baby’s heartbeat a little longer, we’d hear it loud & clear.                                                                                                                                                    Instead, we were getting a sitter to stay with the boys and heading to an Ultrasound appointment.

At this point, I wasn’t one bit concerned for the baby.  This pregnancy had proven to be my easiest one yet.  Other than being tired in the beginning months, I had quickly regained my energy and was feeling healthy and strong.  

I was actually excited to get a “peek” at our little one and was hoping to bring home a new, updated sonogram photo to show the boys and put up on our refrigerator next to the first one.  

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That photo (seen above) was taken at the very beginning of my pregnancy & the baby was just a tiny shadow.  But, by now the baby would be so much bigger & we might be lucky enough to even find out if it was a boy or girl.

And then the bough broke.  The Ultrasound technician said there was No heartbeat.

My baby was Not alive and a part of me died right there and then as well.

That is when the roller coaster started the climb up the first hill.

Shock was the first emotion I felt… quickly followed by denial.  This could Not be true!  This baby IS healthy and strong!  I would have KNOWN if something was wrong!  

It made NO sense.  The baby had to be alive!  How could I have not known the exact moment that my baby had died right inside me???

Then guilt rushed in.  What did I do wrong?  Didn’t I eat right, rest enough, exercise enough, pray enough?  Why did God let this happen?  Why wasn’t our family meant to have this precious baby?  What did we do wrong?  What did I do wrong?

Then deep, deep sadness.

My parents came into town to help with the boys during this time.  There were a couple days I was pretty out of it.  I cried a lot, especially in the shower when my body was still obviously pregnant, but my mind had to accept that I wasn’t….that my baby was gone.  And the truth is… it was going to take time for my body and mind to accept and adjust.

It was going to take time to get Back  Home.

And I had no idea how to find the Bridges to help me get there.

The good news was the boys really didn’t understand the depth of our loss and I was grateful, they we’re able to move on quickly.  

The bad news was my husband didn’t share my beliefs or emotions and he moved on immediately.  He insisted it was just a miscarriage and was happy we didn’t lose an actual baby.  He didn’t understand why I was making “such a big deal” out of it.

I tried to find strength and solace by forcing myself to live in the moment with my sweet fun-loving boys.  But, without the emotional support from my husband, I felt truly alone in mourning the loss of my sweet baby.

So, the first Bridge I searched for was the support and wisdom from those who had endured similar loss.  It was way before Google, so I started by opening up the phone book and making some phone calls.

I learned a lot from others.  

They shared ideas & told me the things they did to help themselves deal with their loss.  I took their advice… did a lot of the same things and was slowly finding my way Back  Home.

I started a journal, planted a tree, designed a piece of jewelry to wear and filled a memory box… all in memory of my baby.  

As I was writing this blog I decided to get that memory box out of storage and I opened it today for the first time in almost 20 years.

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the contents in my memory box 

I also created a sweet card to thank those who were supportive.  Even though there was no longer a baby, I wanted them to have this card in the baby’s memory.  

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The card included a little butterfly and a quote that gave me tremendous peace in my sadness.  The vision of imagining the baby I lost up in heaven (as a beautiful sweet butterfly) brought me great comfort.   

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Everybody says the best remedy for loss is time and I will agree with that.  It took me a long time…

Six months after the miscarriage, my husband made an appointment for a vasectomy and I was devastated. I had always felt in my heart there was another soul… another baby we were meant to include in our family.  So, I brought up the topic of adoption, to which my husband immediately vetoed.  

It was about a week before the vasectomy appointment, when I got our miracle.  I was pregnant.  And after 9 long months of continuing that roller-coaster ride of joy and worry… I gave birth to a precious, beautiful, healthy and happy baby girl.  And the moment they put her in my arms I noticed a faint birthmark on her cheek in the shape of a butterfly.  

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beyond grateful 

I believe our baby’s soul up in heaven had kissed her cheek, before she was sent to us…

to let us know

everything was going to be OK

and we were finally all  Back  Home.   

 

 

Do you have any suggestions to help others navigate through a miscarriage?

Please share below in the comment section.

Here are some helpful links to copy/paste into a browser

that may help those who are navigating a miscarriage find their

Bridges Back Home 

http://www.americanpregnancy.org/pregnancy-loss/miscarriage-surviving-emotionally/

http://www.empowher.com/miscarriage/content/i-will-survive-life-after-miscarriage

http://www.miscarriageassociation.org.uk/information/leaflets/links/

 

HOME: the noun

HOME: the noun

Welcome Back!

Back  Home = happy place (physically & mentally)

Bridges = help us get there

 

Today’s post is about Home: the noun!

Some of us have been thinking about our “Dream House” since childhood.

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Would it be a chic penthouse in a bustling city, a cozy cottage in the woods, a log cabin nestled slope-side in ski country, an oceanfront gem or a McMansion??

 

 

My sister’s dream house was always either a sleek 1950’s sprawling ranch or a clone of the Brady Bunch House.

brady bunch house And she’d decorate it ultra-modern, like something you’d see in  Architectural Digest.

 

My dream house  was a cozy country cottage and it had to be near water…. a river, pond, lake, or ocean.   The walls painted a soft butter yellow, smooth hardwood floors buff-shined to a warm golden glow and plenty of BIG windows framed with gauzy white cotton curtains.

 

We all have our dream-house-dreams and in the meantime we need someplace to live.

So, how do we make wherever we are living now, (at this moment in our journey) the most comfortable, inviting, coziest Home we can?

As they say, life’s not about the destination… it’s about the journey.

So, I believe… even if you’re living in a Van Down By The River… make it WONDERFUL!!

 

 

Here are some Bridges to help make your Home wonderful.  

 

Begin with your 4 senses: SIGHT, TOUCH, SOUND & SMELL

SIGHT

  • What’s your favorite color?  Surround yourself with your favorite colors when picking out paint color, flooring, fabric….etc

  • What do you like to look at? This will help you to choose wall art and even furniture styles.  Do you like to look at framed family photos or photo albums?  Find ways to display these things in your home.

TOUCH

  • What fabrics do you like to touch?  This will help when you’re choosing bedding, towels, upholstery for your furniture, and flooring.

  • What things do you like to touch?  This may help when you’re adding accent decorations to your home.  I like the smooth feel of chestnuts, acorns, seashells and sand.  So, I keep collections of these things all around my house in baskets, glass decanters or wooden bowls.

  • Do you like blankets & quilts?  (I can’t have enough!!) Keep baskets of them within reach of your sofa or comfortable chair.

SOUND

  • Music makes the World-Go-Round.   Check out one of the coolest systems that is now available called  SONOS.  If you can’t afford a Sonos or an expensive stereo system, then get a radio or portable CD player.

  • Open your windows if you can, and listen to Nature or the sounds of the city!!

  • Sing! (although, my family wishes I wouldn’t)

SMELL

  • What do you like to smell?

  • Fresh flowers… put some in a vase, even if you can only afford one!

  • Candles are a wonderful way of bringing the scents you love into your home that may not be easily accessible where you’re living: pine woods, ocean breeze, orange orchard, the choices are endless.

  • Cooking is a wonderful way to bring comforting smells into your home. Saute some garlic for a delicious recipe or bake a batch of cookies!!  Your house will surely smell wonderful.

  • Open up your windows and let in the fresh air.

How do you make wherever you’re living now Wonderful?  Post some of your ideas in the comment section below…

Enjoy the following youtube song, reminding us about how wonderful it is to COME BACK HOME…

 

Navigating a High Conflict Divorce from a Narcissist

Navigating a High Conflict Divorce from a Narcissist
Karyl McBride has written a guide for people trying to extract themselves from narcissistic relationships. Her book, “Will I Ever Be Free of You? How to Navigate a High-Conflict Divorce from a Narcissist and Heal Your Family,” is featured in this month’s Well Book Club.
Keep reading to learn more about narcissistic personality disorder, why it’s tough to divorce a narcissist and why long, drawn-out legal battles are a playground for narcissists.

 

Unfortunately, I personally know this can be a never-ending journey.

As it states in the article:
 
They seek revenge, and the court system is an incredibly great platform for a narcissist. That’s where they can just continue the battle with the partner and continue to seek revenge, and that’s what happens.

 

I have endured Seven LONG Years, facing law suit after law suit and have truly lost faith in our Family Court System.

As it states in the article:

 

The narcissist will continue to try to blame their partner and harm their partner. They do it by these long, extended, contentious divorce cases that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. We need more education for professionals in the divorce field so that the custody evaluators and family law people and therapists know what they’re dealing with. They also can be seduced by the narcissist.

 

In the end the true victims are always the children.

And my heart will forever be broken for my own children. 

But that’s a story for a another time.  

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HERE’S THE LINK:

Divorcing a Narsissist

 

 

Miracle Soup (coveted Italian family recipe)

Miracle Soup (coveted Italian family recipe)

Welcome Back !!!

 

Back  Home = happy place (physically & mentally)

Bridges = help us get there

 

Some of us in the Northeast are facing changes in climate with subzero temps.  Even though I was born and raised in Buffalo, New York… I’m still not a fan of Looooong, cold & snowy winters.
There are days the snowscapes can be breathtakingly beautiful… But, my happy place (my Back Home) is to view it from afar.  Preferably wrapped in a warm blanket, inside my warm cozy living room while enjoying a comforting cup of steaming hot Miracle Soup.  Here’s an easy recipe you can make for yourself, your family, or share a batch with your coworkers & friends.

 

My Nani came from Sicily and brought with her the best healthy and wholesome recipes.  Make a big pot and trust me…
It will keep you warm and cure whatever ails you!!

 

My kids LOVED it so much they’re the ones that called it Miracle Soup.
My 27 year old son stills call me from California for the recipe!!

 

Let's get started

Let’s get started   ♥

Nani’s Miracle Soup ( a Bridge to get you through the cold winter months)

  • 1 whole cut up chicken (∗ I use skinless, boneless breast, it’s the easiest)
  • 3 boxes (32 oz) Unsalted chicken soup/stock (I use  Swansons )
  • 1 packet sodium free chicken boullion- optional for flavor boost
  • 1 whole medium onion, diced
  • 1-2 containers of grape tomatoes
  • 2 stalks of celery, diced
  • 2 bags (8/10 oz) shredded carrots
  • 1 large bag fresh spinach
  • 1 bay leaf
  • some snips of green onion- optional
  • salt & pepper- optional
  • 1 box small pasta (I grew up on Pastina , my kids prefer Orzo)
♦ Put all your ingredients (except pasta) into a large stock pot and bring to a boil, stir regularly

 

♦ Cover with a lid and turn down to simmer until chicken is tender

 

♦ Remove the chicken onto a platter and allow to cool.    Then deskin, debone the chicken & cut meat into bite-sized pieces.  ∗ This is when it’s much easier to use boneless, skinless chicken.  Less mess!

 

♦ Add cut-up chicken back into soup

 

♦ Cook pasta according to box directions, in a separate pot (turns out, the presence & proportion of pasta in ones soup is a very personal option)

 

♦ Remove bay leaf

 

♦ Serve HOT, garnish with grated Parmesan/Romano cheese

 

Everyone likes very different ratios of   soup : pasta : grated cheese 
One of my kids prefers  5 : 55 : 40
another likes theirs 10 : 90 : 0
another likes theirs 45 : 45 : 10
How do you like yours?? Leave a comment!!

 

You can also add little bite sized Italian Meatballs.  If you’re interested in that recipe, just ask for it in a comment and I’ll get my Mom’s delicious recipe for you!!

 

This is such an amazing soup, I am so excited for you to try it!!!

Enjoy!

Lorilyn

Now we’re cookin!! 

 

Bon Appetit

Bon Appetit 

 

 

Hellllloooooo……

Hellllloooooo……

Welcome to Bridges Back Home!!!!

My name is Lorilyn Bridges and I started this blog,  FB page and website to help people.

 

Life is forever changing. 

Changes = Challenges

 

These changes can be big or small, made by us or for us…

Controlled by us, others, or nature/climate and they can happen randomly.

 

Life is one amazing and wild ride.  Our journey is filled with many hills and valleys.  

 And the good news is we’re all in it together.

 

Back  Home = happy place (physically & mentally)

Bridges = help us get there

 

Identify your Back Home and the Bridges you use to get there!!

 

At BBH we are a community where you can celebrate your successes and failures, to help others along the way.  

And hopefully be enlightened as well!!

 

Welcome aboard!!

 Lorilyn

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