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Of Snowstorms and New Year’s Resolutions

Suzanne Elizabeth Anderson I've listened to Yo-Yo Ma perform the Cello Suite No. 1 In G Major a thousand times, but this morning as a snowstorm silently raged outside, I bowed my head, closed my eyes and carefully considered its beauty. Day by day, I plead and cajole God with entreaties for this need or that disappointment. Or, as if it were a special incantation, I repeat the words of the Lord's prayer, so familiar that the words slide over my tongue without recognition of their meaning, as if I could move God if I said just the right combination of words. But how often do I silence myself and listen to God?

One of the most challenging verses in the Bible for me, is this: "What is faith? It is the confident assurance that something we want is going to happen. It is the certainty that what we hope for is waiting for us, even though we cannot see it up ahead." (Hebrews 11:1 Living Bible) I suppose it is because I like to be in control that I have a difficult time "let…
Dear Friend,
It’s been a year since I’ve written, I thought everything was fine. Until I read this in the Summit Daily: “Summit County's suicide rate has now risen to three times that of the national average”. I wanted to shrug it off and move on to the Food Section because I’ve been feeling fine. Then I recalled the wolf of depression had been at my door more than once in the past twelve months.
In the Spring, I came down with a cold that turned into pneumonia. At one point, I was so sick that as I lay in bed I prayed, “Dear God, help me.” In addition to the fever and muscle aches, I felt so weighed down by sadness I was afraid I’d go to sleep and never wake up, not by my own hand, but simply because my heart was exhausted.
Not until my fiftiethyear of life, did I embrace the truth. Instead, I rode the ups and downs of my mood swings as a normal part of my creative mind, exacerbated by too much alcohol and a youthful disregard for my health. I was too ashamed to admit what I’d in…

Make-Ahead Meals to Inspire Your “Eat More Dinners Together” Resolution

Suzanne Elizabeth Anderson

When I began my food column, I got out my calendar and wrote ‘themes’ for each future column. My plans for this New Year’s Eve column? Alaskan King Crab legs, champagne... you can see where this is going.
Over time, I’ve discovered that you, dear reader, are more interested in cooking in real life. Which doesn’t mean you won’t enjoy something trendy or over the top from time to time, but if you’re going to move from your chair in the living room to cooking in the kitchen, you want food that is accessible, affordable, and speaks to your needs. Which is what inspired this column.
I’m spending Christmas in Florida with Adeline, my ninety (and a half, she’ll note) year-old mother. Since Mom isn’t interested in cooking anymore, she heats soup and frozen dinners. Since I’m not keen on any ingredient list I can’t pronounce, I decided to cook a few of her favorite dishes, freeze them, so they’re available after I’m back in Colorado. My intention is to provide main cour…
After the Storm
Suzanne Elizabeth Anderson

Mom sailed through the hurricane with her usual optimism and strength. Like many of her neighbors, the worst part of the storm came afterwards when electricity outages and horrid heat and humidity sent her out of her home and blessedly into the home of a friend who still had electricity and air conditioning.
During the days of the storm, my anxiety level was understandably high and I prayed for her safety throughout the day. I spoke to Mom more than once a day and wished that I was with her. In the days since things have begun to return to normal with Mom’s busy friendships taking up much of her time.
The distance between us stretches back to where it was before. We miss each other dearly, but our lives have returned to where they were. After the storm, I discovered that I felt lonely. There was a space in heart that had previously been filled by our constant conversations during the storm. This image, like an ocean ebbing and rising, remind…