Ma Vie en Rose: Majestically Resilient

  Here's a story. One summer, my husband and I decided to look into planting trees around our yard and we looked around to determine what to plant. He knew that one of my favorite trees is the cherry blossom tree, but given the harsh winters of Alaska--such trees would not survive. The closest sister … Continue reading Ma Vie en Rose: Majestically Resilient

Ma Vie En Rose: Sakura Koretsune

  Let's continue with the art theme, shall we? As a child, I loved accompanying our nanny or my mother to the market.  In the Philippines, the market was called palengke.  I was fascinated with the stalls that sold variations of vegetables, and fruits.  To shop for the daily meals was an every day chore. The … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: Sakura Koretsune

Ma Vie En Rose: The Art of Deb Horner

  Let me be clear Deb Horner is who I think of whenever someone talks about how they transplanted themselves in the state of Alaska. There are many of us who moved up to Alaska and made our homestead here. It doesn't define who we are--rather who we evolved into. I met Deb years ago when … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: The Art of Deb Horner

Ma Vie en Rose: A message from the First Born.

  A message from the First Born on Mother's Day: "Your children sucks, but you're a good Mom. Love, Your Children.... or don't love them. I wouldn't. *One of them burned my pans." His girlfriend's message, on the other hand: "Happy Mother's Day! See you in June!"   *Note: his brother (the middle child) burned … Continue reading Ma Vie en Rose: A message from the First Born.

Ma Vie En Rose: Alaskan Spring

Folks, there are people who know me who are often shocked at the fact that there are things that I do that they wouldn't fathom that I would do. For example, they seem to think that I wouldn't be into gardening because it involves manual labor, and dirt. There's no way someone who spent most … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: Alaskan Spring

Ma Vie En Rose: Cups and Needles

  There are days when life becomes abundantly cray that one may lose balance or focus. This is what may have been one of those days when I took the photo above at my acupuncturist. I've been going to Asian Acupuncture in Fairbanks, Alaska for several years now, and I found through it all that … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: Cups and Needles

Ma Vie En Rose: To Whole30 or To Fake Whole30–That Is The Question.

  Folks. Let's get real. When a person commits to Whole30, you know it's about to go down. To commit to going 30 days without sugar, bread, carbs (the bad ones), dairy (and I don't know--everything else that we call decadent, and comforting) is downright borderline psycho. So, of course, I made my family try … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: To Whole30 or To Fake Whole30–That Is The Question.

Ma Vie En Rose: Favorite Spaces in Fairbanks, Alaska

The husband and I have fallen into a routine during the weekend.  Soon after we drop our daughter off at her ballet school for several hours, we incorporate sitting down for lunch in the middle of running our boring but much adulting needed errands. In a way, I believe we are somewhat nostalgically preparing ourselves … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: Favorite Spaces in Fairbanks, Alaska

Ma Vie En Rose: My New Chocolate Cake BFF

  Folks, I have tried every chocolate cake recipe out there. The fancy ones, the Martha Stewart ones, Nigella Lawson's old fashion chocolate cake with the violet flowers. Some of them required minimal ingredients, while others had a laundry list of items. They always turned out great--but, truly not worthy of praise. Until... I picked … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: My New Chocolate Cake BFF

Ma Vie En Rose: I hate you, Adobo. I love you, Adobo.

Folks, this is so blasphemous to admit, but I feel that I must (soo dramatic, I know): I have had a frenemy relationship with adobo all my life. When I was growing up, I couldn't stand looking at it. I remember my aunts cooking them in the kitchen and I'd watch the pork drenched in … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: I hate you, Adobo. I love you, Adobo.