Food Life: Yelp’s Jet Set Fête

Yelp's Jet Set Fête

This was an all star, VIP event! Absolutely awesome!!!

I really had a great time at Jet Set Fête. It was so much fun to sample all the goodies and to watch all the wonderful performances.

I’ve spent a great deal of time living and working in Asia and having the opportunity to watch the Chinese dancers was a special treat. It brought back so many memories from my time in Hunan province.

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Food Life: Steve Coogan and &pizza

E Street Cinema

Last night, I had the privilege of enjoying my first outing as a member of Yelp’s Beret Cinema Club with E Street Cinema and &pizza. It was a great night out. As a filmophile, it’s always a pleasure to hang out with others who share your love for the art of cinema. Also, who doesn’t love pizza, especially when it’s from &pizza (best pizza on the planet)? Everything about the night was perfect. I had my homegirl Chi-chi with me to share the experience. The other Yelpers in attendance were very friendly and warm. The pizza was uber delicious, as I loaded it up with almost a little of everything they had. And, the movie (although the jokes were a bit off color) kept us laughing out loud time and time again. It was more than anyone could asks for.

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Food Life: We All Scream for Ice Cream

DC Scoop 2014

“I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Ice Cream”

Like ice cream? Of course, you do! I mean who doesn’t? So when I woke up this morning and discovered that there was a free ice cream event going on in DC called DC Scoop, I immediately jumped up, got dressed, and got out. Boy was it a blast! Not only did I get to sample amazing treats like Black Raspberry Chocolate Chip Frozen Yogurt, Honey Lavender Lemonade Ice Cream, and even Gin & Tonic Sorbet (YUM!!!), I got to spend the day with an eclectic mix of DC urbanites.  On top of that, the event was held in DC’s beautiful Union Market, “an authentic market of culture and commerce.” Continue reading “Food Life: We All Scream for Ice Cream”

Breathlessly Pondering

Dear Lover,

When I’m with you, I feel as if I’m being slowly consumed with every touch. I lose myself, taken away to a plane slightly lower than nirvana. It’s as if my body is not real, as if it were merely a catalyst to transform your energy. As our lips touch, and I feel you move deep within me, I am absorbed. I take every breath desperately, for each seems like the last. If you only knew!  The words on this page are a sad attempt to testify to the passionate way you take over me.

Fear is where the problem lies, fear of being caught in a rapture of bliss that I cannot control. I deeply want to block you out, to think of you as just another man, but I must say that is impossible! So now what, you have my attention?


Mountain’s Peak

deep into the abyss
pain swells
draw from the well
power within
light that blinds
brings me to night
cold and void
picking up pieces
of my soul
away to rain
washing the wounds
beauty revealed
alas I see
the mountain’s peak
© Diane Griffin, 1999


Screaming to shine
trapped in darkness,
unwilling to leave the past behind,
unable to nurture
the flowers waiting to bloom,
shackled by regret and gloom,
unaware that joy surrounds,
blinded by despair
and duty bound!


Light radiates from you,
filling me with joy.
You are power,
strong and bold,
consuming my thoughts.
Take me into you,
into your heart.
For you desire overwhelms.
Longing to taste your wine,
to touch your softness,
to bring passion to quake.

© Diane Griffin, 2006


Sitting at the bottom of the well,
Holding my breath,
Waiting to inhale life,
I slip into unconscious bliss,
I scream with anguish,
As I awaken in the inferno.
The puppeteer is forcing me to dance.
I’m like a zombie,
Straddling two worlds,
Aching for rest,
But the show must go on.
I memorize my lines,
And get into wardrobe.
It’s an Oscar performance,
But why? How?
Can’t anyone see my sorrow?
Can’t anyone see through the smile?
The transparent, shallow façade,
To my existence?
Can’t anyone see me?
Don’t you hear my shouts for liberation?
Trapped in this cell?
Shackled by the beating of my own heart.
Ba boom, ba boom, ba boom
Release my spirit.
Instead, I remain trapped.
Can’t you smell the stench,
From the rotting of my soul,
As the worms feast
On the remains of my dignity,
On the flesh of my righteousness?
Too much to be done.
No rest yet, UNDEAD,
Forced to linger on.
I have to complete my task.
The ground’s fertile for revolution.
The seeds must be sown
To reap the nation,
And I,
I am destined to toil in the struggle,
Dedicating every drop of blood that flows,
Until at last there is no more
And I finally sleep.
© Diane Griffin, 2000