Author Archives: Cherylanne Skolnicki

Looking for a doctor who practices integrative medicine?

If you live in Cincinnati and you’re yearning for an integrative approach to healthcare, you need to know Dr. Stefanie Stevenson. Dr. Stevenson has been seeing Nourish clients for nearly two years now…and she has some big news.

UC Physicians has opened an Integrative Medicine practice in West Chester, OH and Dr. Stefanie Stevenson is now one of the principal physicians in the practice.

If you don’t know about Dr. Stevenson or her approach to integrative health, this article that I wrote a while back paints a clear picture of just how terrific she is. If you already know but haven’t seen her yet, perhaps THIS will change your mind!

Concurrent with her move, Dr. Stevenson’s services will now be covered by various health insurance providers including (at this time) Aetna, Anthem, BWC, Cigna, HealthSmart/Emerald, HealthSpan, HealthNet Federal, Humana, Medical Mutual. Ohio Medicaid, Ohio Medicare, and United HealthCare. How’s that for good news?!

Dr. Stevenson is now seeing patients at UC Health Physicians Office South  7675 Wellness Way, Suite 4700  West Chester, OH 45069. To schedule an appointment with her, you may contact UC Health at 513-475-WLNS (9567).

Please join me in wishing her much success in this new adventure. I look forward to many of our Nourish clients including her as a key member of their health care teams!

Southwestern Black Bean and Rice Salad

I’m ready for some warm-weather cooking! This dish is fantastic in the summer, but since sweet corn won’t be ready for months, you can use frozen corn for now. (Just promise me that you’ll upgrade when summer arrives!) You can serve this as a main dish or pair it up with grilled chicken or salmon. You can even make it in advance and then take it to a party or pack it in lunches. (Just keep the avocado out until you’re ready to eat it so that it doesn’t turn black.)

You’ll learn a new method for cooking rice here that’s perfect for rice salads. You don’t want the rice to clump together too much and this method prevents that from happening by using extra water during cooking and then draining and rinsing the rice. It’s an extra step, but it’s worth it this time.

 

Southwestern Black Bean and Rice Salad

 

serves 6

 

Ingredients:

1 cup long grain brown rice

1 tablespoon olive oil

1 Anaheim pepper, trimmed, seeded and minced

1 small red onion, finely chopped

3 garlic cloves, minced

1 cup sweet corn, fresh or frozen (thawed)

1/2 teaspoon kosher salt

1 teaspoon cumin

1 pinch cayenne pepper

1 – 15 oz. can black beans, rinsed and drained

1 ripe avocado, diced

1/3 cup minced cilantro

2 tablespoons lime juice

 

Directions:

1. Bring a 12-inch saucepan of water to a boil. Add the rice and reduce heat slightly to keep from overflowing, but still maintaining a boil. Stir occasionally for 35 minutes, adding additional hot water to keep rice from sticking (I add an additional 3-4 cups of water). Drain and rinse well with cold water. Drain well and allow to cool. Set aside in a large bowl.

2. Heat 1 tablespoon of olive oil in the same saucepan over medium heat. Add the chile, onion, and garlic. Saute for 3-4 minutes until slightly softened. Add the corn, salt, cumin, and cayenne pepper, and continue to cook for another minute.

3. Add the sauteed vegetables, black beans, avocado, cilantro, and lime juice to the rice. Combine well. Serve warm or cold.

 

Crossing The Finish Line – My Thoughts on the Boston Marathon Tragedy

I keep thinking back to my first marathon (Rock ‘n Roll – 1998) and remembering how exhilarated I was as I crossed the finish line. The months of training, the sore knees, the sweat-stained clothes, the sacrificed Friday nights in the name of early Saturday morning runs – they were all worth it for that euphoria at the finish. Each run brought me closer to knowing my truest self and the journey culminated in that grand finale on race day.

The finish line of a race is sacred space, and after the images of the explosions at the Boston finish, I’m not sure I’ll ever again view one in quite the same way.

I don’t know why the bomber chose a marathon finish line as the target. This violent act could have transpired anywhere – at a shopping mall, an amusement park, a busy train station – but it didn’t. This one happened at a race, and so the images of those runners in their numbers and singlets and Mylar blankets will be inextricably tied to our memories of this event.

There are as many perspectives on this tragedy as there are observers, and I won’t pretend to speak for all of them. But for those of us who are runners, there is one simple thing that we can do to honor those who lost lives and limbs yesterday.

We. Can. Run.

Lace up those shoes and hit the road. Run for the people who finished, elated, only to hear the explosions moments or minutes or hours later.

Run for the people who were in exactly the right place at exactly the wrong time and were injured or killed.

Run for the runners who never got to finish this race for which they’d trained and planned and sacrificed, those who were urgently yet heart-breakingly redirected away from the finish to ensure their safety.

Run for the event organizers and volunteers who lived and breathed this race all year long to make it an unforgettable celebration of the sport and of community and of health.

Run for the spectators who brought their signs and silly hats and cheered till they were hoarse and clapped till their hands hurt. If you’re a runner, you know the power those spectators hold, the energy they provide. Too many of those injured and killed yesterday were spectators; God bless each and every one of them.

We can’t erase what happened yesterday. We can’t even prevent it from happening again. But what we can do and must do is to resist being driven away from races and sporting events and amusement parks and zoos and shopping malls and airports and cities…out of fear. We just can’t let fear break us. Instead, we must heal.

So, if you’re a runner, then run. Run alone, or with friends, or better yet, in a race. Reclaim the sport for the exhilarating, uplifting, connected experience that it has always been and must continue to be.

And if you’re not a runner, perhaps you can find a race in your area in the coming weeks and sign up to volunteer. See what each of those people affected by this senseless act of violence already knew – that running heals and that each finish line is sacred space. You’ll see.