Honest Oats


Honesty is of prime importance to me.  Also, I don’t know how not to be completely honest.

In the previous (and my very first) post, I shared with you my age, calling it “relevant.” Perhaps much more relevant to an introduction would be details such as where I live, where I come from, where I am going.

Well, I haven’t been “all over” the way many people in the blogging community have been “all over,” but I have certainly been ALL OVER in a way that most people in my hometown never have and never will.  So from my own minuscule perspective, I have been all over.  I grew up in a small rural county on the northern Oregon coast and headed over the Coast Range and out into the world the moment I was legally “an adult.” Since then I have lived all over Portland-metro suburbia, Huntington Beach, and northern Baja Californa, Mexico. While I do love it in my current seaside home of Playas de Tijuana, I find myself missing family and friends from Oregon, Huntington Beach, and down the Baja coast terribly.   And here’s the thing   whenever we catch up, it’s always the same story with me:

“Things are finally seeming to come together!” (with unbridled enthusiasm) OR “Honestly, everything is falling apart.” (in embarrassed despair).

It took until I turned 30 (in a foreign country, as an ESL instructor) to really stop and reflect on these all-too-common idioms of the English language.  What “things” are “coming together,” and why is this perpetually in the progressive tense?  What is it that is “falling apart?”  Why do these “things” need to be together?  How do we achieve this?  If I type these two phrases into Google and search for images, will I turn up any results?  Is there really any tangible way to define these terms?

I’ve decided that people don’t actually have “it” together.  I’ve decided that “it” is boring and I want no part of it.  I’ve decided that “it” is code for the lies and deception with which adult humans display their lives to the outside world.  So I offer to you only my honesty   my musings, my tidbits of wisdom, the crumbs of indulgence of my life: 100% APART.


How to make my Honest Oats:

  • 1/4 cup quick oats   I use these gluten-free oats (they are super creamy!) but you can use any you’d like
  • 1/2 medium apple or 1 small apple, diced into chunks
  • 12 whole raw almonds
  • 1 tablespoon whole roasted flax seeds
  • 1 tablespoon chia seeds


  • 1 teaspoon bee pollen¹
  • 2 teaspoons honey
  • 1 tablespoon unsweetened desiccated coconut
  • 1 tablespoon virgin coconut oil
  • pinch of Celtic sea salt
  • handful of fresh or frozen blueberries

Put the first 10 ingredients in a bowl and pour boiling water over for desired consistency. Let sit 2 minutes. Stir and top with blueberries… Done!

I may be Honestly APART, but that doesn’t mean I can’t start my day right with these nutrient-packed, energy-packed Honest Oats.  The whole process is less than 10 minutes (I usually start it the night before even so). The beautiful golden yellow color of these oats is from the dissolved bee pollen, which adds a floral complexity to this simple little breakfast.  The crunch of the mixed-in whole almonds forces me to slow down, giving me time to meditate before starting my day and jump-starting my digestion (which begins in the mouth). The chia seeds and coconut oil make me feel full and satisfied (No sudden empty pit two hours later, like I get with plain oatmeal). My Honest Oats give me all the best things needed to start a busy day: a circulation boost, digestion boost, brain boost, heart boost, immunity boost, energy boost, protein, and both soluble and insoluble fiber,  just to name a few!  I can’t wait to share “Honestly Healthy” with you, a series in which I will discuss some of the health benefits of these and other yummy ingredients.  My first installment will be “Honestly Healthy: Bee Pollen.” (However, I encourage you to do your own research.)

¹Be careful with bee pollen if you have never used it, especially if you are prone to allergies.  Never use bee pollen if you are pregnant or nursing.  I am not a certified nutritionist nor am I a doctor, and I am definitely not your doctor, so always do your own research. I will do my best to point you to some good sources to get a balanced picture.


These oats are quick, easy, and packed with nutrients to start a busy day right. Oh, and I almost forgot…. They are absolutely scrumptious!



no big deal

I have delayed starting this blog for the sole reason that I could not think of the perfect title.

Titling is so daunting.  So permanent.  The problem I have with titling is twofold.  First, how to sum up the complexity and simplicity of my musings and intentions in just a few words–a catchy phrase but not cheap, something thoughtful, artful, memorable, easy to spell, easy to find, and not taken? The solution–choose a single word.  Phrases are so limiting, restricting.

Second: What are my musings? What are my intentions?

In the creative world, most are likely familiar with the handy term, “working title.”  The “working title” has always been my best friend because I have constantly struggled with knowing just what it is I am trying to say until once I have said it.  In the internet world, this luxury is just not possible.

So the questions remain, what am I really? and what am I trying to convey, and why, and to whom?

The first thing you would not expect to hear in a personal introduction is age.  However, allow me to quite relevantly reveal to you that I am thirty years old.  It took me over half of my thirtieth year of life to discover exactly what it means to be “a woman in her 30s.”  I didn’t even know that this was a thing, until I started seeing advertisements, reprints, and knock-offs of this book, which is really just a silly list.  Now wait, don’t read the silly list.  I have all the insight right here on what it means to be  “a woman in her 30’s.”  Are you ready?


 it means absolutely nothing.


When I was 28 and 29 some friends asked me on occasion what it would feel like to turn 30, and the thought did not frighten me.  “It’s just a number,” I told myself.  In fact, a year-and-a-half ago I was already telling people that I was “basically 30” and I felt as though 29 were a wasted year.  When the day came, I can’t say that it went exactly as I’d imagined.  I also don’t think I had any of the stereotypical reactions (whatever those are).   When I turned 30, I had two simultaneous thoughts:  How did this happen so fast? And I’m now 100% adult.  There are no more excuses.  I need to get it together.

Wait a second.  Hold it right there.  This is when my logical, analytical objectivity comes in: What does it mean to “have it together,” anyways?

Does “it” even exist?  Or is “it” all about appearances?  Do I even want that???


…and thus I maintain the opinion I held long before ever arriving at 30:

It really is no big deal.



It’s so nice to meet you.  I can’t wait to start cooking together!