Today, I am thinking of my late sister, Cristi Curtis. She was shot to death by her estranged boyfriend on July 19, 2007. Many things have changed since, as time ever goes on; but missing her has not. I dreamt about her for the first time in maybe a year at the beginning of this week. She was mostly just there, unlike some of the interactive dreams I had when she just passed. So, today’s blog is simply a reminder that I’m still thinking about you Cristi, you are still missed and loved by all those left behind, and my awareness to domestic violence quadrupled since your passing. Moreover, I am still thinking of ways I can support and educate others on domestic violence issues. Here’s to the hope of seeing you again.
Food fads are a thing. Every year, it seems, we learn about something else we should or shouldn’t do or eat for so-called optimal health. Milk is in until it isn’t. Alternate kinds of milk are in until they aren’t. We can eat based on our blood types. We can use ancient traditions. We can even get into gastro-molecular inventions (what!?).