A Hollywood Wife

Life as a wife in La La Land

An Easter Tradition Recipe

Easter can be one of those holidays that brings the “Big Time” pressure. How big is your kid’s basket? What did you put inside? Are they wearing the “proper” church attire? The endless checklist that must include white eggs and lots of food dye. Don’t get too commercial about the holiday. Focus on “Jesus is the reason for the season.” How on earth am I to get a family to be dressed in their Sunday best while they’re stuffing their faces with chocolate? I’m mean, come on. We’ve all been there. Dealt with these standards I’m not sure who started. I can’t say much about good riddance to them since I hold myself to most of them. Having grown up in a home where Easter was more than just that the bunny had arrived at our house but held a special significance with our faith, I saw my mom maintain the exhausting state that trying to do it all can have on a mom during a major holiday. Yet, I do it all just like so many of us, because I want them to experience the fun without loosing the importance of the faith.

When I first got married, my mom gave me a book full of family recipes she had collected over the years. Many that I had consumed while at her kitchen table. She included the below recipe I’m going to share with you today. At the time when I browsed through the book, I was unsure of why she included it. Then I had children.

We first tried this recipe when our oldest was 4 years old. We performed each activity together and at one point, she broke down in tears. I didn’t realize the impact it would have on our little girl but the point of making the cookies was received. We do it every year now and with each child that has been added to the family, there is an age appropriate activity that they can perform.

We’ve read the Bible story, held each Resurrection Egg, read countless Easter books, but nothing moved them to understanding what Jesus went through as much as this had. It’s a solemn thing to do as a family together and one that doesn’t require hours. Because who has that on the weekend of Easter?! What’s your favorite Easter tradition?

Easter Story Cookies

*To be made the evening before Easter.*
1 cup pecans
1 tsp white vinegar
3 egg whites
salt – a pinch for each child
1 cup sugar
Kitchen tools:
ziploc bag
wooden spoon or rolling pin
electric mixer
wax paper
cookie sheet
scotch tape

Preheat oven to 300 – to not skip.
Place 1 cup of pecans in ziploc bag. Let children beat nuts in bag with a wooden spoon or rolling pin. Explain that after Jesus was arrested he was beaten by the Romans soldiers. Read John 19:1-3
Place 1 teaspoon vinegar in a mixing bowl. Let each child smell the vinegar. Explain that when Jesus was thirsty on the cross he was given vinegar to drink. Read John 19:28-30
Add 3 egg whites into vinegar. (Separate eggs in a different bowl. No yolk can get near your main recipe.) Eggs represent life. Explain that Jesus gave his life to give us new life. Read John 10:10-11
Sprinkle a little salt into each child’s hand. Let them taste it and brush the rest into the bowl. Explain that this represents the salty tears shed by Jesus’ followers, and the bitterness of our own sin. Read Luke 23:27
So far the ingredients are not very appetizing. Add 1cup of sugar. Explain that the sweetest part of the story is that Jesus died because he loves us. He wants us to know and belong to him. Read Psalm 334:8 and John 3:16
Beat the ingredients with a mixer on high speed for 12-15 minutes until stiff peaks are formed. Explain that the color white represents the purity in God’s eyes of those whose sins have been cleansed by Jesus. Read Isaiah 1:18 and John 3:1-3
Fold in the broken nuts from the ziploc bag.
Drop by teaspoons onto a wax paper covered cookie sheet. Explain that each mound represents the rocky tomb where Jesus’ body was laid. Read Matthew 27:57-60
Put the cookie sheet in the oven, close the door and turn the oven OFF. (Please note that I have not had great success with dry and hollow cookies. I think the elevation might have something to do with it. So, this year I’m letting mine bake for 5 minutes before turning off.)
Give each child a piece of tape and seal the oven door. Explain that Jesus’ tomb was sealed. Read Matthew 27:65-66
Go to bed! Explain that they may feel sad to leave cookies in the oven overnight. Jesus’ followers were in the despair when the tomb was sealed. Read 16:20-22
On Easter morning, open the oven and give everyone a cookie. Notice the cracked surface and take a bite. The cookies are hollow! On the first Easter, Jesus’ followers were amazed to find the tomb empty. Read Matthew 28:1-9

Memories of Artichokes

“Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can’t remember who we are or why we’re here.” Sue Monk Kidd

Family is rare in this city and more so those that love each other. The above statement made me realize that I have memories tucked away in corners that rarely are visited upon. So, with time on my hands as the baby sleeps, I eat my lunch and visit.

Retold for my Grandma B who is always tenderhearted. My Mom who gave all her wisdom to me. My Aunt D who taught me how to laugh.

~ It’s a warm spring day and my mother has decided to share the day with her own mother over lunch. We pile into the brown Suburban and find ourselves weaving through the back woods of Rhode Island. Lunch at Grandma B’s house is no small thing. There’s always something on the stove cooking and egg biscuits with colored sprinkles in the jar. She greets us at the door with wide open arms. Immediately, the smell of parsely, garlic and olive oil greet us. But the most distinct smell is that of artichokes. Today will be a good day.

We gather around the long oval table. The sun’s rays pour in through the french doors. The table is lined with the week’s newspaper, each place setting has a bowl and a napkin (maybe more) and warm loaf of homemade bread sits in the middle of the table.

Artichokes aren’t for everyone and so the only people around this table our my grandmother, mother, mentally handicapped aunt and me. The conversation around the table is about the day, what’s growing in the gardens, and what is going on in our big Italian family. There’s a flow to the conversation as we scrape the yummy bits of artichoke leaf and throw the remaining on the table. There are no manners while eating artichokes. The only utensils being used are our fingers and no one cares if you talk with your mouth full. However, there is a certain point at which the table becomes silent. It’s a rare thing around an Italian table but when a person reaches the heart of the artichoke…it’s a sacred moment. Especially, for the person who reaches it first. This time it is my aunt. The juices are flowing down her hand in golden hues and as she takes a bite, the table erupts.
“Is it good? What did it taste like?”
She laughs and smiles and with a grin so big, says, “It’s REALLY good!”
The rest of us begin our own food orgasms as we bite into the heart. Nothing ever tasted so good and all of us around the table begin to say the 13th letter of the alphabet. The end is near and yet because we’re not ready for the journey to end, we take the bread and break it into pieces and soak up the olive oil and juices that the artichokes cooked in, scooping up whatever leftover breadcrumbs fell off the artichokes. A quietness again comes over the table but this time it is because the journey is over. Our bellies are full. We’ll do this again next year when the artichoke is about to bloom. ~

…As I sit today at my own table, having my own artichoke, cooked to perfection just like my grandmother would have done (“Katie, you can never have enough olive oil”). I sit and reminisce about those moments. There aren’t many things these day that bring together generations that love the same thing. These are the women I broke bread with and will forever love the memories they hold, the stories that were told and the lessons I learned from these woman.

Raising a Family in Transient City

My girls had to say good-bye again to friends this weekend. They had a final day playing together on Friday. There was a not peep out of them while all 6 kids played so kindly together. As the day came to a close the hugged and waved their final goodbyes on the sidewalk as the car whisked their friends away. It’s not the first nor will it be the last.

We walked inside and they all had a good cry in the foyer – all huddled around their mama. Sometimes we forget that this transient city isn’t just full of people but those people have families with littles. That those littles have other small littles they call friends and that moving is hard.
We have experienced more loss of friendships in the past couple of years than ever before. Yet, how do I as their mama, instill friendship, love, and vulnerability in a town that will constantly let them down?

Other than role modeling for them, I’m not sure what the answer is. But I keep on putting myself out there, risking my comfort zone, and choosing love rather than fear. Whether or not they notice, it’s something we can talk about too. I can share from my scared and lonely place about what I’m trying to do in hopes that it instills in them a similar risk-taking.

I’ve noticed about all else, that all that sharing is helping to continue to form friendships I have with my girls. That when they are older and grown, all these conversations will have founded a friendship they’ll want when they’re all older too. And doesn’t it come down to that? Raising children and then being able to experience life with them as friends.

Guest Post – My Daughter’s Critical Processing Disorder, Mojitos, And Embracing Grace

My friend, Shawna, started Not The Former Things awhile back and it is supplying knowledge and connection where so many families felt on the outskirts – unaware and lost. She’s amazing and I wish you all could meet her.

For me this is just another day to be vulnerable and share from another part of my heart – motherhood. It’s a constant learning tool and one that keeps me close to Jesus. Especially, when it involves learning disorders for this homeschooling mama.

Guest Post – My Daughter’s Critcial Processing Disorder, Mojitos, And Embracing Grace.

Finding Your South Park


I’ve been honored to share my thoughts with the Darling Magazine community for the last 7 months. Today is no different. While off in the desert finding my own South Park this summer, this article sprang through the wells of my heart. Check it out and let me know what you think. Do you have a South Park? Maybe you realize life has changed and the lack of one has left you as a wanderer? I’ve love to hear your stories…

Finding Your South Park.

Lady of Legacy: Gertrude Bell

I’m so excited to share this article from Darling Magazine. When I was asked to submit ideas for the summer to my editor, my research found this woman and her rather quiet and unknown life. I was so excited when my editor approved the story. Hours of research to make sure details were accurate and thoughtfully chosen words has led to this special piece for me. I really fell in love with her legacy, especially when I found she died early from life from an overdose of sleeping pills. What pain and grief caused this in her life? Or was her death from a military’s secret mission? Found out more about her life below.

Lady of Legacy: Gertrude Bell.

Katy Perry and Pizza

Pizza Night

Ah, the weekend!

A time of rest and fun, steeped in rich family traditions. One of them being, Friday night pizza in living room with a funny family movie. No plates or utensils – just our hands. The crumbs fall to my favorite rug and I shrug it off or the greasy hand stains get on the couch but thank God for microfiber. We welcome the weekend with dance parties too. Pump the music loud, let down our hair and just get crazy with the kids. Why are these times so important? Is it due to the food that most of the rituals revolve around over the course of the weekend, the family bonding that happens because of it, or the memories that will last a lifetime?

In a town where “family” is rare, misunderstood or even forgotten about, it’s important for my family to have moments where we all come together and treasure each others company. Because life isn’t easy. The constant ups and downs of projects moving forward or slowing down, the challenge of raising and providing for a growing family in one of the most expensive cities in the world, carrying the burdens of friends, late nights and early mornings, mean that sometimes the important things get forgotten about. But if you forget the most important things, you forget what matters most, and then what do you have?

So when the whole family is dancing like crazy monkeys in the living room to Katy Perry’s “Firework” on Friday night with the curtains open for the whole world to see, it’s a sign that we are leaving the week’s problems at the door and stepping into a different atmosphere.

Laughter rings loud, sun-kissed faces glow, and our hearts are full.

While this might not happen every weekend due to work (or, like this weekend, social) schedules, the point is that it is set in motion. We always fall back to it and work really hard to make sure that it is maintained.

It’s about moments and memories. Because let’s face it — what’s more important than dancing like crazy monkeys as a family?

I really can’t think of anything else.

A Pioneer


I take my first steps into the U-haul and feel excited and ready for the adventure. I feel like a settler going out West for Yukon gold. Yet as I continue to pass places I’ll never see, smell, or hear again, my spirit slowly fades and changes. The tears start welling up and I try to hide them. I won’t see trees the way I did that late summer day, already starting to morph into hues of crimson. The bluest of skies their canvas. I won’t ever smell a purple lilac or experience the Northern cardinal.  Read the rest of this entry »

Goodbye Maya

Digging for Gold on Darling

Life is spent collecting. We collect memories and moments. We snap mental pictures and file away useless information. We store names, addresses and phone numbers. With all the collecting we gather on a daily basis, I’m honestly confused at how I have not done this sooner. Some might know that I write for a magazine called Darling. It’s something that came my way in December and I just had to say yes due to their mission and values. However, I have never shared an article here. Gasp! So, since this is my final article on finance for Darling (I’m so excited to write about other topics for them!), I thought it only fitting to recognize the Achiever in all of us.

Digging for Gold.

Besides, who doesn’t like something sparkly?