A little over three years ago, I started singing to patients at St. Joseph Hospital on Thursday afternoons. I go from room to room and also have a couple of groups. I gain as much from singing as the patients do from listening.
I was flipping through the Chicago Tribune like I do every morning. I’d survived an aggressive form of breast cancer and had regained some strength, but still needed physical therapy to give me relief from constricting scar tissue, lymphedema issues and neuropathy
When I first started baking challah, it came out looking like pita. I was pregnant and we’d moved to Colorado Springs. I had to go to the library to look up high altitude baking (this was in the eighties) and while I was there, I picked up an old book on a display shelf. I […]