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“Could you bring the car round for David and Davina?”. Secret code names for Prince Harry, Meghan Markle and the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge used by aides and bodyguards have been revealed.
It has been revealed that members of the Royal family are regularly given alternative monikers –secret code names to prevent their contact details from falling into the wrong hands. Thus Prince Harry and Meghan Markle are known as plain ‘David Stevens’ and ‘Davina Scott’, while Prince William and Kate Middleton are named as ‘Danny Collins’ and ‘Daphne Clark’ in their aides’ contact lists.
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The initials ‘DC’/ ‘DS’ in the secret code names allude, of course, to the royal couple’s title – the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge and Duke and Duchess of Sussex, reports the Daily Star.
“If anyone got hold of a phone belonging to a royal aide or security team member, they won’t find Harry Windsor and Meghan’s names in it,” said a royal source, adding, “it is far too risky in the wrong hands. They get given code names but they are changed regularly for obvious reasons.”
The code names were revealed at an event when one of Harry’s aides told a worker that someone was trying to contact him.
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Despite improved safety standards over the years, more than 230,000 children under 15 months old were treated in hospital emergency rooms for injuries related to infant walkers from 1990 through 2014.
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Money has poured into Alzheimer's research, but until very recently not much of it went toward investigating infection in causing dementia. A million dollar prize may lead more scientists to try.
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Two Aprils ago, I sat in my apartment with a college friend who over the years has become like a brother to me, though he lives on the West Coast and we see each other only a few times each year.
“You know,” he said, “I know it’s last minute and you’ll probably say no, but you should come to Passover at my Mom’s tonight.”
The invitation made good sense; I’d become close to his family when we were undergraduates, and, since his folks live only a few blocks away from me, we’d remained in touch. But my friend rightly suspected that my instinct would be to stay in. This was a few months after my breakup, and I’d been in hiding since. I wanted the consolation of friends, but I felt too numb and flat to reach out. Had Jordy not made a point of coming over, I might not have seen him on his visit to NYC at all.
Predictably, I told him that I needed to be myself, that I wasn’t in any shape to celebrate a holiday. I count myself lucky that he texted me a few minutes after leaving my place, reiterating how welcome I’d be and how good it might be for all of us to spend Passover together. And I’m so grateful that something made me reconsider and tell him yes, I’d be at his mom’s place in an hour.
In the moment, I told myself that I had to get out, couldn’t spend another night at home with my anxiety and sleeplessness. That was all true, but looking back, I realize that this was the moment at which I chose to start coming back to life. It would be a long time before I really felt healed, or ready to move on—as a good friend told me, “heart wounds aren’t the same as other wounds”—but this is when I accepted that things could, and would, change.
For all of my capacity to love and care, it’s often difficult for me to connect. When I’m in pain, and especially when I’m depressed, I develop a horror of showing myself to other people. This was true when I was in recovery, too—I could easily hide from friends for months at a time in those days. I haven’t figured out if it’s shame, or pride, or fear, or what, but there’s a part of me that starts to believe that I can’t be, or shouldn’t be, among people. And I feel especially resistant to peoples’ love and sweetness, which is as baffling and counterintuitive as it is powerful.
If I’ve consciously grown in any way in the last two years, it’s in challenging this pattern. Many of the old impulses to isolate and hide remain, but I push back against them at every chance I get. This isn’t the same as forcing myself to socialize when it’s not the right moment: I respect my introvert’s nature and need for independence. But whenever I feel that creeping sensation of being too monstrous to be seen, or trick myself into thinking that whatever I’m dealing with is too dark or complex to be communicated, I invite myself to do the opposite of what I want to do: I share. I ask someone to bear witness. I don’t always say or share everything, and I don’t always share widely. But I fight back against the impulse to cling secretly to my pain, anxiety, regret, or whatever’s chasing me.
It has been a huge shift, and it’s affirmed what I always knew, which was that I wasn’t unlovable or loveless. I was, for whatever reason, terrified of letting people in.
Doing this very thing—letting people in, saying what I feel without apology or editing—has been so good for me. It’s helped me to soften my own judgments and harsh assessments of human foibles, which I realize now sprung from a place of judging myself—a cliche, maybe, but so true. It’s made me softer and more gentle, more able to empathize.
Allowing myself to just be in front of others, with all of my “stuff,” hasn’t always been easy. The more I work to stay connected, the more I find myself blurting out things that subsequently feel like overshares, saying things that later feel like the “wrong” things to have said, revealing hidden parts of myself and then feeling vulnerable and disoriented later on. But all of the messiness hasn’t made me want to go further into hiding. It’s only affirmed how much more tolerant and loving people are than I give them credit for.
Tonight, I’m celebrating Rosh Hashanah with Jordan’s family, whom I now lovingly call my “chosen family,” and my mom. I expected it to be sweet and fun and full of laughter and good food, which it always is, and I expect that I’ll do or say at least one thing this evening that will feel unedited or silly or embarrassing. I’ll be OK with it; I’ll remind myself that I love my friends in all of their realness and fullness, not when or because they’ve curated something presentable for me.
I’ll look around the room and consider how different things were just 18 months ago, and I’ll give thanks for the passage of time, the resilience of the heart, the fact that I was fortunate enough at that difficult moment to have a friend like Jordan, who reminded me of how much love and goodness I had access to even when things felt inescapably broken. I’ll be grateful to his parents and siblings for helping me to realize that true family can be shaped and created in all sorts of ways. I’ll thank myself for having had the intuition to be just a little more open and trusting that night, and in the months since. There’s no other way I’d like to welcome a new year.
Many of us aren’t celebrating a new year this evening, but all the same, it’s September, and I always associate this time of the year with a fresh start. I’m hoping to remain as loving and open as I can be this year, all the while exercising self-compassion in the moments when I shut down (and I know they’ll happen from time to time).
Sending all of you my loving wishes for health and happiness. Shana tova, and here are my recipe and reading picks for the week.
Kristen’s Mexican pasta salad looks delicious, and like a perfect contender for my weekend batch cooking this fall.
Quinoa, golden potatoes, and tahini herb dressing?! My kinda bowl, courtesy of Sprouting Zen Eats.
Another bowl, this one with BBQ cauliflower bites as the star. What a great comfort food meal, courtesy of Sophia of Veggies Don’t Bite.
I love savory cobbler, and I’m totally smitten with Tessa’s end-of-summer, early fall cherry tomato version! What a beautiful dish.
Finally, wish I could pack one of Tomas’ no-bake chocolate pistachio bars in my lunchbox for tomorrow. Maybe next week
1. A cool profile of how 15 players on the Tennessee Titans—with the help of a great chef—have started to eat plant based diets.
2. An interesting review of Alastair Bonnett’s new book, Beyond the Map, which makes the argument that geographic boundaries as they were once delineated are becoming increasingly limited and inadequate.
3. Knowable‘s list of ten secrets about stress and its impact on health. Some of it may not surprise you, but the research is aggregated in an interesting way.
4. Today’s Dietitian takes a close look at all of the plant milks on the market these days. The article isn’t written from a vegan perspective, but I appreciate the careful nutritional comparison of different milks and what they have to offer.
I agree with KC Wright’s take on soy milk being the most nutrient dense option, and the one that’s most nutritionally comparable to cow’s milk for those who are looking for a direct substitution. That said, while I use soy most often in my breakfasts, I love having a ton of options these days, and I enjoy nut, seed, and oat milks for different culinary uses (sauces, ice cream, espresso drinks, etc.).
5. An entertaining look at the world of hyperpolyglots, via Judith Thurman and The New Yorker.
In other news, my first DI week is behind me. There’s a lot to adjust to and a lot to process, and I’m sure there will be more to say soon. For now, I can say that I’m learning more than I imagined was possible in only four days, which has been a meaningful counterpoint to the challenging bits. A new week starts tomorrow; goodnight, friends.
xo
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Bruschetta with Date Chutney
Topped with date chutney, creamy blue cheese and walnuts, this tasty bruschetta is a lovely indulgence after a long day.
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Fresh Date and Sour Cream Tart
Thanks to their natural sweetness, dates make the ideal ingredient for baked treats and desserts, as less sugar needs to be used.
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Sticky Date Buns
Thanks to their natural sweetness, dates make the ideal ingredient for baked treats and desserts, as less sugar needs to be used.
This recipe can be found here.
Sticky Orange, Ginger & Date Pudding
Take this classic pudding to the next level with the warmth and spice of ginger and orange.
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This summer began with the weight of my expectations bearing down on it, no matter how much I wanted to keep an open mind. It was to be my first summer without any graduate school classes since 2008, which alone felt major, and I was hoping to spend at least part of it celebrating graduation.
I was also intent on it being a summer of rest and restoration, friend time and play time and free time. Having worked myself into a state of burnout in the spring, I wanted to savor unstructured hours and to feel unattached to deadlines and projects for a little while.
Things didn’t quite go as planned, at least at first. I spent nearly all of May with various viruses and infections; by the time my birthday rolled around in June I was exhausted and battling waves of hypochondria, which tend to hit me when I’m anxious and have been somatizizing my stress. I didn’t want to catch up with friends or to enjoy summery, New York activities; I wanted to be home, by myself, where it felt safe and slow.
I gave myself permission to do that, which is the best thing I could have done. I took seriously the advice of a reader who emailed me “to echo the benefits—physically, emotionally and spiritually—of just staying put for a while and pulling your energies in.” It was better medicine than I expected it to be, both an affirmation of how good it feels to stay put and also the restorative time I needed in order to venture into the world a little more.
The second part of the summer has been the opposite; it’s felt full and energetic, sometimes downright hectic. I took on some work that I did expect to get, and wasn’t sure I could manage right before the DI, but was glad to be offered. The job made my summer more stressful than I’d planned on, but it was a good experience; it reminded me of how well I do with immersive projects, especially when I’m able to focus on them one at a time.
I said yes to things spontaneously this summer, which was intentional on my part and a new practice for me. Doing so made me realize how often I tense up against and resist opportunities to socialize and connect; it gave me a lot of interesting food for thought about how the suggestion of making plans often feels impinging to me. I’m still considering what that means and why it’s the case, but it’s been good—and occasionally uncomfortable—to set it aside and allow myself be a little more accessible to other people.
Now it’s Labor Day weekend, and everything is about to shift. I begin my DI on Tuesday, which is a day that I thought I could prepare myself for entirely, when of course I couldn’t. I don’t feel nearly as organized or prepared as I wanted to; I haven’t finished up all of the household tasks I wanted to check off my list before the fall. I haven’t batch cooked my meals for the week ahead. I only just wrapped up the study guides and coursework that I need to have completed beforehand. There are work projects that I entirely committed to wrapping up before my start date, which aren’t finished and will need to squeezed in when I can find the time. Oh well.
And of course there are things I wanted to do this summer that I didn’t do. There are so many more activities I wanted to share with my mom—plays I wanted us to see, dinners out that I wanted to treat her to. There are friends I meant to text and didn’t, people I wanted to catch up with and then dropped the ball. I had a now ridiculous-seeming fantasy of cooking tons of recipes for this blog and photographing them, so that I could seamlessly roll out content throughout the fall and early winter. That sure didn’t happen
But it’s fine, because among the many ways that this summer was good to me, it pushed me one tiny step closer to living in the present. Sometimes that meant throwing away my plans and doing nothing; sometimes it meant saying yes to things unexpectedly and allowing myself to enjoy them. I welcomed a few new experiences and new people into my life, and I’m so glad that I did. I spent a lot of time with my mom, not necessarily in pursuit of culture or shared meals at nice places, but sitting at home in her apartment, my childhood home, and that was sweet in its own familiar way.
More than anything, I know that my heart softened up a little at the edges this summer. After more than a year of processing a heartbreak, then pushing myself into a mode of “doing” in order to finish grad school, then feeling chronically unwell (and all of the vulnerability and protectiveness that can come with that feeling), I began this summer a little defended and shut down. Through acts of connecting, savoring nature, and inviting myself to perceive peoples’ friendliness and attention in a new way, I welcomed more tenderness into my life, and I opened my heart up along the way. I became willing to receive. What more wonderful thing could I say about the past few months?
On Tuesday, I’ll begin my first assignment, which is at a nursing home. The hours should be manageable, which will give me some time to keep up with writing and work. My first substantial clinical assignment will come later this fall, starting at the end of October. There will be a long commute and more demanding hours, and I’m expecting life to feel a bit turned on its head once that begins.
As I was telling someone close to me last night, though, it’s OK. Anticipating an uncertain schedule and having no “control” over my day-to-day routines certainly isn’t my comfort zone, but I’ll do my best. Another gift of the summer is a strengthened capacity for self-compassion, hewed especially in the last few weeks, as I navigated a wave of anxiety. If can remain connected to that—if I can take care of myself even when things are messy, uncertain, or a challenge to my need for order—the rest will follow.
Maybe you’ve got fun Labor Day plans for tomorrow; maybe you’re in a quiet, reflective mode like I am, thinking about the summer that’s about to be tucked away behind us. Maybe you’re simply experiencing the weekend. No matter what, I wish you a good Sunday and Monday, and many good things for the fall. Here are my recipe and reading picks for the past week.
First up, Lindsey’s beautifully simple charred corn and poblano pepper soup.
Sarah’s vegan ranch bacon pizza is comfort food bliss!
A stunning whole roasted, spicy cauliflower from Erin, whose recipes are always so bold and flavorful.
I’m loving Miranda’s pumpkin and hemp seed granola—a perfect option for my make-ahead breakfasts this coming fall.
Finally, Hannah calls this “cheesecake for the ages,” and what an apt description it is!
1. It’s a couple days behind us, but I’m glad that Vox called attention to International Overdose Awareness Day.
2. National Geographic has published a pretty amazing, longform piece on the face transplant of Katie Stubblefield, the youngest US citizen so far to receive this still experimental surgery.
3. Also in medical news: Texas Monthly reports on the race to create the first artificial heart.
4. The Atlantic just published a piece about incrementalism and vegan activism—is animal rights outreach actually more effective when it’s less flexible? I see great value in an incremental and inclusive approach, and it’s the kind of activism I’ve always shared, but it was interesting to be exposed to a different perspective.
5. Finally, a new study from Harvard’s T.H. Chan School of Public Health underscores 5 habits that contribute to longevity. It can be so difficult for consumers to parse through complex (and sometimes conflicting) information on how to foster and maintain health. I appreciate this study for its breadth and the evidence-based, intuitive, and well-reasoned strategies it identifies.
Enjoy these awesome recipes, and I’ll be back later this week with a little comfort food of my own.
xo
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