I'm so sorry but may I have a glass of water?
I’m so sorry but may I have a glass of water?











I’ve noticed  something that happens to women as they age.  They feel apologetic.   About everything.  The automatic attention (good and bad)  they received as  young women has gone and they feel invisible.  Insecurity creeps in.  And soon, they feel grateful for a scrap of nothing.

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What do Beyonce and Miss Piggy have in common?

They both declared themselves queens of their lives.  They built their own thrones and sat in them.

Why are we waiting to be acknowledged as the powerful, wise, creative, loving, accomplished, smart, compassionate, beautiful women who we are? Don’t wait for acknowledgement!  Acknowledge yourself.  Crown yourself.

Take your place on the throne you have spent a lifetime building for yourself.

With thanks to artist Mary Englebreit for her always inspiring art.

I’d love to know how you feel about being the Queen of your life.  As always, the fun begins in the comments section.  And, if you liked this post, please share it.

Space is what we crave on weekends.  Physical, mental, emotional, spiritual… space. Space to read and dream.  Space to exercise, relax, sleep.   Space to share with friends or space for solitude.

Each Friday, Camp Liza will share an inspiration for your weekend space.  And hey, campers!  if you’ve got some inspiration to share, write us and maybe we’ll feature your weekend space.

Meet Banana Cake with Penuche Frosting from one of my favorite food sites.  Who doesn’t have bananas in the house?  Who doesn’t like a fluffy, airy cake  that can take you from Saturday afternoon tea to Sunday evening down time?

Nigella was right.  Baking is a great kindness.  Gratitude and love inducing.

And this photograph.  How can you not want to dash into your kitchen post haste and start peeling?

As always, I’d love to hear from you.  Are you cooking or baking something special this weekend?  The fun begins in the comments, so tell us what you’re up to.  And if you try this recipe, tell us!

How I celebrate Easter now is what I feel like doing.

Last Friday, the Easter hols began in Merida, Mexico where I live. School closed for two weeks and the city emptied as families decamped for Gulf coast beach houses and far flung family visits. Merida is like Paris in August — beautifully empty, peopled with some tourists. It’s easy to get around and the restaurants are blissfully uncrowded.

I sat in Cafe Costco on Friday afternoon, watching as young women pushed their carts, overfilled with the goods of Easter and vacation necessities. Memories of so many Easters past, when I too planned and cooked large Easter dinners, painted the eggs, decorated and filled the Easter baskets, arranged bunches of flowers to celebrate spring. I recall cooking Easter dinner in my bathing suit (yes it is that hot at Easter in Yucatan), sweating, singing, worried about the chocolate bunnies melting.

Instead of being wistful at the big family life that is gone, I find myself grateful for the new freedoms I have. I had my chance at Queen Bee. The pressure of being responsible for holiday and family happiness is over.

And what a pressure and responsibility it is. When you are a young mother, you are devoted to setting the tone for holidays, to repeat them year after year, so that your children have the rhythm and understanding of each holiday’s rituals. This is how memories are made. As joyous as it all is, it is also exhausting. You know what I mean!

How I celebrate Easter now is all about what I feel like doing. Maybe someone will invite me and my only task will be to arrive with an exceptional bottle of wine. Or, I may decide to go all out, invite a crowd and bake the lamb. This year, I’ve decided to simplify. I’ll still paint the Easter eggs, because I love to do it, and I love the pastel colors in the Paas kit. But then I’ll swerve. I’ll make a fluffy Russian pirog, my beloved grandmother’s recipe, and serve it with an icy Prosecco whilst sitting by the pool.

Grateful for the past and grateful for the beautiful present.

As always, the fun happens in the comments section. What are your favorite Easter or Passover rituals and memories? How will you be celebrating this year? Please go to the comments tab and write. Join the conversation.

“Extraordinary women who have the courage to fight, the power to survive, the leadership to inspire.”  –DVF

Well campers, I’m back from The Women in the World Summit 2014 in New York City.  Three days of women from around the world sharing their stories and solutions. It was empowering and inspiring.

To get a taste for how amazing, take a look at the speakers and the issues, by clicking the link above. There are lots of videos when you go inside the articles. Get a look at the international star power attending the conference here.

Pussy Riot were powerful and haunting. Hillary (our next president) pow wowed with Christine Lagarde (currently director of the IMF, but like Hillary, the next president of the European Union).  You heard it here first.   Ruslana, the Russian pop star sang the Ukrainian national anthem, clutching the flag, as she has in Maidan Square, Kiev for months. Syrian women talked about their holocaust, Pakistani women shared stories of their success against Taliban atrocities. There were female leaders and ambassadors from around the world (the U.S. lags in this regard…) a female Yemeni newspaper editor in chief. Jordan’s Queen Rania spoke at dinner about the inconvenient truth of the Arab Spring.

In conjunction with the conference, Diane von Furstenberg hosted the 5th Annual DVF awards for women of inspiration. If you thought she was only about fashion, you’re wrong.

Among the many men in attendance was President Jimmy Carter, about to turn 90!, who wowed us with statistics as he railed against the abuse of women and girls around the world.  He pledged his commitment to end this injustice towards women and girls.  His new book is: A Call to Action:  Women, Religion, Violence and Power.

We talked about education, abortion, maternal mortality, the meanings of hijabs. We learned how the daughter of a Peruvian miner discovered poetry and how it changed her life. And why that is important. We talked about makeup, porn, rape, discrimination, women entrepreneurs, artists, life changers. Exile, politics, the sexualization of girls. We learned about artists, businesswomen, educators, filmmakers. All of it thought provoking and life changing.

I need to mull all of this over, to see how it will inform my life and the new commitments I want to make.  One thing for sure: I have decided to host a live streaming event for Women in the World 2015, so you all can experience this power and inspiration without leaving home.

Camp Liza is now back in session!