Changing Your Taste For Ice cream

Are you used to that sugary high you get when you have ice cream?

With sugar being the cause of alot of health problems, it’s about time for us to lose that bad habit.

Sugar is the undercover drug of choice for many of us.

My main downfall in the area of sugar consumption has been ice cream.

It’s easy for me to turn down cake, pie, cookies,  and doughnuts. I’ve also stopped buying bleached white sugar.

But ice cream that’s my go to comfort food.

As with any addiction, the process begins with slowly weaning yourself so that you don’t experience any withdrawal symtoms.

You have to be fully committed when breaking any bad habit.

Making better health choices requires that you read the ingredients of any packaged food item.

Look up all the ingredients the next time you are buying ice cream. You’ll be surprised at how bad most of those ingredients are for you. Not to mention the sugar content.

When I started to read and look up the ingredients that were in ice cream, I started eating less of it. My choices were down to about three ice cream brands.

Recently, at a supermarket I normally don’t go to, I was looking for some ice cream.  As I checked out each brand of ice cream, most had questionable amounts of sugar and ingredients.

I was pleasantly surprised to discover Adirondack French Ice cream Creamery. Not only did the ice cream taste less sweet than most, it was refreshing. I tried a new flavor, Kulfi Pistachio Cardamom. This ice cream did not have the typical neon green color of most pistachio ice creams. Although, I was missing a strong cardamom flavor profile, the taste of salty pistachios nuts came through. I  had no guilt feelings after eating this ice cream.

I haven’t had ice cream in over a month. Sugar is not a priority. My health is.

But when I do, I can’t wait to try another flavor from Adirondack French Ice cream Creamery.


When Was The Last Time You Did Something Ordinary and Become Successful? — Cognizance

Have you ever dreamt of being one of your idols, Mark Zuckerberg? Evan Spiegel? Sophia Amoruso? If you wanting to become one of them, you have to do what others won’t do to stand out from the crowd. There is no way that easy work can lead to a successful future, it’s all about doing […]

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Eden’s Garden Juices

A couple of months ago I was at the tasting event, “Explore West Harlem.” It was hosted by the NY Women’s Chamber of Commerce. I must say I had the most refreshing cold pressed juice from Eden’s Garden Juices. The mantra for their brand is “I decide, I am…enough”

Really, all we can do is put our best foot forward everyday. You can and should study or work as hard as you can. Yet, most times the world doesn’t seem to pay you back or return in kind your best efforts.

“I decide, I am…enough” is just accepting the way things have turned out. There’s always this pull to make things better, push harder, well if you’ve done all that and nothing has budged, it’s time to say, “I decide, I am…enough” Here’s a brand I can truly identify with. Genius.

There are some things beyond our control. What a humbling thought. It’s not about quitting or giving up. You just have to come to a peaceful place where you’ve given it your best shot.

Now is the time to pause, reflect, and review. What’s working what’s not.

It’s here where you rejuvenate yourself and rest for a while. Take a break. Look at the full picture of life, instead of seeing yourself running here and there to make a deadline. Now’s the time to sharpen your tools and get ready for the next phase.

Thanks, Eden’s Garden Juices for that lesson. It took time to understand. Truly a brand to be proud of.

I’ll also like to make mention of another company at the West Harlem event, Honor Thy Sweets, LLC. This small business makes memorable vegan cupcakes. Very moist and guilt free small bites of deliciousness.


Pomegranate For The First Time


Today, was the first time I actually had a pomegranate. Sure, I drank pomegranate juice before. Getting at the seeds looked like too much of a hassle. Too much work for so little reward. Gulping down a mouthful of juice, yeah that was where it was at.

Some weeks ago I saw some pomegranates at a corner store for $1.29 and made a mental note to buy two. One for me and one for my dad. You see, dad has been suffering from dementia for some time now. I have tried to engage him with new but simple experiences through food. As with any change of his diet, I googled and found that pomegranate just like grapefruit would be a contraindication to his heart medication. The vitamin K in pomegranate is not needed in his diet.

That was the plan. Dad is now in a nursing home. The plans we have get abruptly shifted.

You see, becoming a copywriter would have allowed me the freedom to assist my dad. I wanted to work from home. It’s because of my dad that I was able to get the training as a copywriter. He wanted to be with me and I with him.

An Haitian aide at the nursing home so richly coined the creole phrase, “You are your dad’s walking stick.”

Now he’s in the hands of others.

Another aide encouraged me to bring food for him. It won’t be the same. You see it was just a few steps from the kitchen to the dining room table.

Yes, eating a pomegranate takes some time. Much like caring for a loved one who can no longer do much for themselves. Dad’s diaper changes, bathing, getting him into bed, trying to get him to verbalize his feelings took time. Getting dad up early and bathed in the mornings, I was always met with, “I’ll do it later.” I had temp. jobs to get to and would say back , “Dad you are going to make me late for work.” He always shrugged his shoulders.

Not anymore.

As I sat and dug into the pomegranate it was much like savoring each time I had reached out to my dad. It took time to get at those tiny seeds.

I am on the couch with my pomegranate, I look across and the hospital bed in the living room is empty. Hoping to see dad there, instead,  I reach down and place a pomegranate seed in my mouth.

Thanks dad. You’ve done all you could.

Every time I eat a pomegranate I’ll always be reminded of all my father has done for me. One seed at a time.

It takes time to eat a pomegranate.



The Before and After of an ECLIPSE


The Thursday before the Great American Eclipse, I was sitting at my first networking event in about a year.

I wasn’t thinking about the eclipse to occur on Monday.

Life had truly been a blur.

I was so excited in 2015, dutifully completing my first Copywriting course ever and reading every book I could find on Copywriting.

Between 2015 & 2016, I tried to network and attend as many small business events while temping at 20 or so odd non-profit to profit businesses.

Towards the end of 2016, I decided to try my hand at an Advanced Training in Copywriting course in hopes of landing my first client.

Well, I didn’t grab a single client in 2016.

There I was as most people are on January 1st 2017 wondering what had not happened in 2016. This was no ordinary first day of the Roman calendar year. I was sitting in the emergency room with my dad after he had suffered from a stroke that day.

Unnnggghhh! Another setback.

Between that time and then, I’d been closely monitoring my dad & floating between temp. jobs, producing my monthly blog posts, and completing not nearly enough writing assignments.

Then about two weeks ago, I got an invite from the New American Chamber of Commerce…..Oh okay! Somebody out there remembered me!

The invite was to a store in Harlem called “The Brownstone.” I sat there envious of an immigrant who had not even been in the United States for a month & was already at a networking event beaming with energy about what good old America had to offer.

What had I missed?

I got up and introduced myself as a copywriter. Just hearing myself say the title “copywriter” created a jolt in me.  At “The Brownstone,” I made a statement about being authentic but got the response that I didn’t want to hear, “Faking it until you make it.”

Hmmmm, is that what I had been doing from temp. job to temp job, “faking it until you make it?”  It has been just one frustrating experience after another.

You can’t fake disappointment. You can’t fake, I’ve been working but not as a copywriter. No matter what you do, you can’t fake a JCPenny special and pretend you’re wearing a Jones NY outfit. Un-manicured nails, a boxed hair color and a soap and water facial is all I presented that night. The whole point of the networking event was about the “10 Step Program to Personal Presentation.” You guessed it, I’d missed all 10 steps, just as I was going to miss the eclipse. By the way most writers don’t care about a polished look. They’re too busy rearranging words.

Can you fake that you had seen an eclipse?  Either you saw it or you didn’t. I myself was at work during the eclipse, and no one was offering a “temp.” the time to go out & pretend to see an eclipse that was mostly covered by the clouds in the New York City skyline.

Something strange happened AFTER the eclipse.

I got a call from a radio talk show saying that they heard about my writing a new book and that they were inviting me onto the show.

Jogging my memory, I did say at the age of 18 that I would write a book.  I called the radio talk show back to say that I had not written a book but that I had copywriting services to offer.

This eclipse thing is an illusion. The moon appears as large as the sun.

So were my aspirations. Bigger than my reality. So is “faking it until you make it.”

Such is life.

My networking machine is revving up. I’ll be onto another networking event next week ready to tell someone else that I am an aspiring copywriter. Then as I twiddle my thumb, I’ll wait for that paid writing assignment.

Until that time, I’ll continue to blog, chug along in the copywriting world or rather finally write that book.

That’s how you “fake it until you make it.”

And that eclipse, you either got to see it or you didn’t. Or rather you’re either working as a copywriter or not.

I’m beginning to think that I should be writing that book instead.

Till the next eclipse.