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 pollen¬Ļ
  • 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.)

¬ĻBe 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!