Cooking with Elsa

moving

  • There’s No Place Like Home

    Since I moved to Kansas, I find myself clicking my heels more and more.  I have no ruby red slippers but the mantra is the same, “There’s no place like home. There no place like home.” The problem is that I… Continue reading

    There’s No Place Like Home

  • Leaving the East Coast

    Today I said goodbye to the Atlantic Ocean. I dip my toes in the cold water on this dreary day and hoped that I might get to come back soon. It was only last year that we moved to the… Continue reading

    Leaving the East Coast

  • Before the Fireworks

    It was in August of last year that my beloved called from Kuwait to ask if I would move across the country with him. Only a few hours later, after I grappled with all that it would mean to leave… Continue reading