Living Well

Living Well is a way of being in the world, in the doing… becomes our being: joyfully, enthusiastically, and fully. Here, I connect with you, featuring new discoveries, broadening our circles, and learning new things. 

Patton Lumber

By Jennifer Elliott • March 22, 2024
Every summer I try to visit the place where I grew up, the north shore of Lake Tahoe. I realize now what a unique experience it was to grow up there. Charming, with its small-town feel, the mountain peaks surround the beautiful crystal blue lake covered with wooded forests and ski resorts carved into them- and alpine-style cabins. I hold the first property we lived in – in my mind - cradling it with special affection. The memories unfold. It was a small house next to a smooth pebble-rock beach. The beach was public. The 900-square-foot house was originally a drive-by food stand for the 1960 Olympics at Squaw Valley (now called Palisades). They sold loads of hot dogs to passersby. The shop owner lived upstairs and the original kitchen was all aluminum. Then converted, our family moved in. While tiny, the house seemed big to me because I was only just over two years old when we moved in. We all slept upstairs in the finished attic with slanted ceilings. The stairs to the attic bedrooms were wood and steep. I remember this because I once tripped and rolled down the staircase cutting my lip.

Cream of Asparagus Soup Recipe

By Jennifer Elliott • March 22, 2024
It’s impossible to think of any good meal, no matter how plain or elegant, without soup or bread in it.

A Recent Visit to San Francisco

By Jennifer Elliott • March 22, 2024
Growing up in Lake Tahoe in the 70s, there were few cultural experiences to be found, so to fill this gap, we frequently visited San Francisco on the weekends. It was in San Francisco that I was first exposed to real culture: art in museums, classical music, the ballet, and Broadway shows. Our family ate Chinese food in Chinatown, finishing the meal with fortune cookies. We were required to dress up, which was always a treat. Cable cars, the smell of both salt air from the ocean and roses from the flower stands formerly stationed on the corners at Union Square. I always looked forward to staying in the high-rise hotel or the bed and breakfast, which were just becoming all the rage. The Golden Gate Bridge, Lombard Street, Ghirardelli Square, Pier 39, Golden Gate Park, and Alcatraz. And I can even remember the very first Cost Plus Imports store (now World Market) on Fisherman’s Wharf.
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