Being Healthy Is An Act Of Revolution #revolt



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“You never change things by fighting the existing reality.

To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.”

R. Buckminster Fuller

Health Coaching is a new layer in health care.

Our goals are to work with motivated people who understand the connection between the food they eat, the way they feel and their overall wellbeing.

We believe that we need a revolution in the way that we think about the way we grow food, prepare and eat food.

Obesity has tripled since 1980. Human beings did not change their behavior, nor their DNA in that short period of time.

The environment in which they lived changed that dramatically.

“You never change things by fighting the existing reality.


Our approach is not one based on supplementation. After our time together, you will spend more time planning and preparing for the food in your life than you do now.

The rules of human health depend on eating healthy, whole foods.

“The food you eat can be either the safest and most powerful form of medicine or the slowest form of poison.”

― Ann Wigmore

Our Medical Director is Naturopathic Physician Dr. Maggie Garvin. Her practice, On Being Well, is located in Chandler, AZ.

We are interested in changing lives and bringing about deep change in our culture by partnering with people  – one at a time – and teaching what are the lifestyle pitfalls that end in disease and what are the roads that lead to optimal health.

We put together this tongue-in-cheek video about how the “kale” lobby is weaker than the Big Pharma and Big Agriculture lobby is in this country.

We believe the Best You is Coming Soon.

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Don’t worry
The song Don’t Worry, Be Happy was written expressly for me. Because if there is nothing to worry about – than I worry about the absence of something to worry about.


I am concerned I may not be getting my point across…. (see what I mean.)


Over the years, I have tried to focus on what gifts I have as an antidote to paralysis. They say comparison is the thief of joy, and they may be right.


However, I am keenly aware that I have many privileges not afforded everyone. My body is not the strongest nor my brain the smartest, but I have good use of both. I am far from rich, but I have been employed steadily since I was old enough to work.


And so I try

even when I worry I will fail-

because I know there are so many circumstances that would make the act of “trying” impossible for me.


On October 20th I will be hosting another Pop-Up dinner on Grace Farms in Chandler, AZ. It is a farm-to-table event that I am very proud of.


Am I a restauranteur by training or experience? No.

Am I an expert in farms? No.

Basically, do I know what I am doing? Not really.


But in the act of trying, I brought a set of experiences many people have loved into the world.


Those of you who’ve been long term listeners and those of you who have purchased one of our handmade charms –


You’ve helped me in this imperfect journey of mine.


Thank you and I promise that I am trying my best to be worthy of that trust.


And  – don’t worry –


I am doing enough of that for both of us.

Am I Vain?

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I don’t think of myself as a violent man, but when I hear:


“You look great….. for 48.”


I get a little nutty. That qualifier sort of negates the compliment, no?


Am I vain? Ok, so I am vain.


I agree, it is not an attractive quality. And, I am sure that I have some measure of all the 7 deadly sins in my character.


My oldest daughter is 23 and launching the next phase of her life. I sat with her this week. She is marvelous.


People occasionally compliment me as a parent regarding the quality of my kids’ character.


I assure you, the astounding people they are becoming is born entirely of their own hard work and discipline and openness to the good in the world.


I am very lucky.


I am heading into another birthday. Reflecting on what remains the same about me, and what has changed, it is hard not to feel like I should be better a better version of myself.


What failings I have are not due to a lack of effort. I need to external prodding to remind me to improve the quality of my character everyday.


I am not sure if the next stage of my life will be to take all I have learned in the past half-century and accelerate the pace of my development as a person.


Or will I relax into the mixed bag of good and bad traits that comprise my character.


I am habituated to the struggle of overcoming my shortcomings.


I have no idea where I will land.


But – should you be interested – I will keep you posted.


Kissing Babies

My Mom is Italian and my Dad is Irish.

I am in the immigrant cycle of Americans where the immigrants were passing in the first 10 years of my life.

Those born in this country primarily identified with their country origin.

As a kid – When I was with my Dad’s side  – I was Irish.

When I was with my Mom’s side – I was Italian.

A cultural schizophrenic you might say.

Each side of the family embraced a specific set of rules of behavior.

Although the underpinning values of those rules were consistent, the expression of those rules were not the same.

I knew each side of the family loved me a great deal. However, one side was decidedly more demonstrative when it came to physical affection.

As a parent, I followed the side of the family that thought it wise to kiss babies until they cried and hold kids tightly in public until they grew physically strong enough to escape your grasp.

We’ve a new baby in the family.

I learned long ago that people in the west,

far from the Italian and Irish neighborhoods of my youth,

did not have the same frame of reference when it came to hugging and familial affection.

It was hard not to kiss the new baby until the poor thing couldn’t take it anymore.

I managed to control myself.

From a hot July day in the Arizona desert

I am sending you hopes that someone is loving you more than you can stand it.


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Laughing With Babies

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It was a big week in our family.

I have a new niece as of last week.

My brother-in-law and his wife added a perfect little cutie-pie to the family. Mother and baby are happy and healthy. And we are so happy to have the new one.

I am rarely accused of being relaxed or calm. Even in repose, I am thinking of what to do next.

One antidote to my monkey-mind has always been taking a nap with a baby on my chest.

I’ve yet to squish one and my body’s instincts seem to keep them safe even when I am unconscious. It was one of my great discoveries when I first became a parent a very long time ago.

And so, I have another chance to relax for a small bit.

In the hospital where she was born, my sister leads roughly 200 nurses that work with babies in all states of health and sickness.

Walking with my sister and seeing premature babies and the expressions on their families’ faces reminded me that truly have no problems.

It reminded me that my worrying is generally wasted and misplaced.

As you would expect, my life’s journey holds my attention most often.

In the presence of the newly born, I find it easier to remember how each person is on their OWN unique journey. Seeing someone at the very beginning of all that awaits them causes me to contemplate what their lives will contain.

Focus and care on another.

That turns out to be the best way to relax.

I hope you are happy and well wherever you may be.



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New Podcast: Here’s Looking at You

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I am not saying I am competitive, but I was 48 when it happened.

He was 50.

By “it” – I mean having to buy reading glasses.

By “him” – I mean my Dad.

The optometrist handled me well. I told him that I was there to confirm I did not need glasses.

He appropriately and politely ignored me while conducting the exam.

The journey from non-spectacled to bespectacled took less than 30 minutes and did not in fact kill me.

And so, on July 9th 2019 my denial – that my eyes need help reading the newspaper on Sundays – came to an end.

For most of my life, my eyes were superbly sharp. And so, I saw myself as person who would never need glasses.

Now, I can see how silly my complaints about “poor lighting” and my smug attitude of invincibility look.

But, there was an unforeseen gift in the transition this week

As a dyslexic, my typos are legendary in number and the degree of embarrassment they have caused me.

But from now on, if you see something amiss in my writing – it’s probably because I forgot my glasses.

Here’s looking at you.