The Lame Chick resolves the Resolution dilemma.

As a kid, the idea of a New Year’s resolution was fun, and when they were made, it was usually in jest: “This year I won’t eat any brussel sprouts!” “I resolve to brush my teeth with pudding every Wednesday!” “I will only speak in foreign accents for the entire year!” The passage of time …

The Lame Chick is visited by the Ghost of Christmas Past.

We were raised on traditions centered around love. Family. Food. Togetherness. Growing up we lived in a 1-bedroom apartment. Five of us, until I was nine. 3 kids, limited space…needless to say it almost always looked as though a tornado had just ripped through Brooklyn. But I was the first grandchild on either side of …

From the Archive: The Girl Who Saved Me

Original Facebook Post – November 25, 2015 It’s the start of Thanksgiving on the west coast, and the end of Victoria’s Birthday, and while digging in the archives for older pictures of her for the photo collage, I came across these two things. One is my blog post from August of 2005, after Steph asked …

The Lame Chick cooks: Chicken Soup

A Basic Chicken Soup Recipe I always cook in big batches, if making a smaller pot of soup, you may want to use the lesser amounts. Soup is without boundaries though, so don’t be afraid to experiment! 1 whole chicken (or any fresh bone-in chicken you have) 5-10 carrots, chopped 5-10 celery stalks, chopped 5-10 …

The Lame Chick blames it on sleeplessness.

When I was around eight years old, I experienced a palpable shift in my emotions, where I was suddenly overwhelmed by sadness, and worry. I couldn’t have known back then, but that’s when my struggle with Depression began. I was involved in a lot of school activities, and lived in an apartment building filled with …

The Lame Chick lets LOVE lead. Usually.

I’ve never given love to receive it. As far back as I can remember, that feeling of being loved, encouraged me to love. I’ve always wanted to share my joy with the world around me, especially with those who lacked their own. It became nearly impossible for me to experience happiness when faced with the …

The Lame Chick thinks she’s a writer.

Snowflakes On A Hot Spring: The “Writer” Within   I write, and have written. That seems a vague criteria, but I’ve fulfilled it. In Dancing Queen to Dairy Queen: A Tale of Sweet Salvation, I acknowledged that I’ve always known, even as a child, that I am only my true self through creative expression, which …