Learning a Few Lessons From Making Yourself Happy

I loved writing this piece for work. Donna Lynne Champlin is an amazing singer and actress and so much fun to sit down and chat with. The lessons she's learned from making herself artistically happy taught me a lot about ways of approaching my own career and structuring my work as a writer.


Recording a solo album on a "Trading Spaces" budget does not sound like a Broadway star's groundbreaking personal project. Yet when Donna Lynne Champlin fractured her ankle in "Billy Elliott," that is exactly what she did. The result—"Old Friends," which dropped Dec. 1—challenges the traditional recording system and makes Champlin almost as happy as the hours spent singing in her bathroom and agonizingly mastering tracks did. She set out to prove that it she could accomplish a professional-sounding labor of love one a budget of $1000. But the experience also served as a lesson in making a profit by making herself happy.


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Acupuncture: Alternative No Longer? A Q&A on This Growing Healthcare Option

Cramps. Night-sweats. Migraines.

These problems have one thing in common for Americans: they are increasingly treated with acupuncture.

Pacific College of Oriental Medicine is one of the largest Chinese medicine programs in the country. The 23-year old school has campuses in New York, Chicago, and San Diego. Campus’ clinics were recognized with the “Traditional Chinese Medicine World” Best in the West award for three years. The college also has off-site clinics in hospitals and treatment centers throughout the New York area. Pacific’s staff and students use acupuncture, herb, and massage to treat patient issues ranging from cancer and AIDS to drug addiction.

In the main office at 915 Broadway, graduate and students clinicians usually see more than 600 patients per week. There are 450 students learning the principles and practice of acupuncture, Chinese herbal medicine, and massage. Only 50 of these students study massage alone. With enrollment growing, the college is currently expanding and building more classrooms.

After Sept. 11, 2001, students furthered their outreach by performing acupuncture and massage on both rescue workers and rescue dogs. “We gave the dogs acupressure massage,” explains Cynthia Neipris, the Director of Outreach and Community Education. “That kind of environment was incredibly hard on all the rescue workers, but the dogs can’t deal with the stress in many of the ways we can.” We sat down to discuss the college, oriental medicine, and her own involvement with the disciplines taught here.

Have you noticed any changes in your practice during the recession or the current uncertainty with debate over the healthcare reform bill?

In the recession, our patients have actually increased, which is kind of remarkable. We can’t be sure, but we’re guessing people can’t afford other healthcare now. With no insurance, for example, people don’t want to pay hundreds of dollars out of pocket. We think people also are looking for more natural methods in everything, from cooking to medicine, that are more self-sufficient. In acupuncture, you can learn techniques to use yourself, and the body heals itself with the help of the practitioner.

You mentioned that this can be a lifestyle change—are more people then willing to undertake a dramatic change like that?

I think people are more willing to make those lifestyle changes because these days they’re being forced to in other areas of their lives. Also, the spread of information about alternative medicine helps. Developments in Western medicine too—it’s a time when a lot of things we had before no longer seem to work the way we thought. In medicine, that can mean side effects, or becoming bacterially resistant from taking antibiotics. As information spreads, people are looking for natural alternatives.

I know many use the treatments as supplements, but do treatments here present outright alternatives?

If I have a knee problem, I’d want to try acupuncture before I try expensive surgery or medicine that costs $86 dollars a bottle and that I have to keep taking for the indefinite future. The goal here is to help you not, for example, have migraines anymore. Rather than spend money on Imitrex all the time forever or until your migraines spontaneously go away.

The clinic also offers treatments to help people quite smoking—how does that work?

The acupuncture can help reduce cravings, releases endorphins when you’re going through the pains of withdrawal so you’re less likely to go back to smoking, and it can relax your sympathetic nervous system response. That’s the fight or flight reflex. The body tenses when you take away the smoking, the heart can beat faster or feel strained, too. The treatments help the body relax the body and mind. Plus, the acupuncture helps to detox the body of remaining traces of nicotine, which makes it easier to move on faster.

You used to have your own practice in Santa Monica—how do you feel working at the clinic and college here instead of your former practice in Southern California?

New York has a lot of stressed out people. And that’s what we do here. I think it’s even more rewarding to treat people here and bring them that sense of being calm and centered.

Do you take the herbs yourself?

Oh, yeah! I love them. They work.

For what?

That’s like asking what prescriptions are for: everything. Chinese herbal treatments tend to be known for the problems that Western medicine can’t or doesn’t effectively work on. Like pain, for example, or syndromes for which Western doctors have no names. You can treat it anyway. We look at patterns in the body and name that instead, treating the patient holistically, not just for the symptoms. But we can treat lots of things that Western medicine treats all the time, too. PMS and cramps, for example. People love those treatments. And menopause! I think I only had night sweats for one night.

You mentioned that your clinicians often try to teach skills that patients can use at home, like looking at your tongue. What does my tongue say?

Overall, it’s rather red. That’s good. Do you run warm a lot? There’s a darker red tip too. You have trouble sleeping, right? With the warmth, you should try to cool yourself to help you sleep better. We don’t sleep when hot. Not the reason for yours, but it can be a factor. So, as you do cooling activities, you could look in the mirror and see if it’s getting less red overall. Also, there’s scalloping around the edges, from your teeth. As we worry, the body closes up. You stress and worry too much. You’ll see it get better as you relax—say, on vacation.

Pumpkin Gingersnap Trifle

I decided to mix things up a bit this Thanksgiving--and I'm so glad I did! This seasonal, scrumptious trifle mixes textures and flavors amazingly well. Plus, having revised the recipe a bit for my family, I came out with a delicious dessert that we didn't have to feel as guilty about at gobbling down.

While working at Every Day with Rachael Ray, I came upon this recipe and made sure to tuck it away for fall. I was excited for days leading up to the big Turkey Day experiment.

As my dad's a diabetic and my work to lose weight, I took advantage of my grocery store to make this recipe lighter on our diets and my day of kitchen work. Cool Whip Free makes me so very happy so very easily. I subbed about two thirds of a regular container of thawed Cool Whip Free for the whipped cream in the original recipe. As with all things pumpkin in my kitchen, I spiced the heck out of a can of pumpkin puree, then folded in Cool Whip Free and Marshmallow Fluff in two batches of each. That done, I placed about a third of the pumpkin mixture into a trifle bowl and covered it with crushed gingersnaps. After repeating these two layers once more, a layer of Cool Whip Free and a sprinkling of more crushed gingersnaps completed the beauty.

The airy mousse is rich in flavor and the spices strike a perfect balance between providing kick but not distracting. The gingersnaps add to the spicy flavors and lend a great bit of crunch to the texture combination. I love the pairing. It's marginally addictive. A couple of gingersnaps on the side are great for scooping up the tasty mixture for those who don't mind ditching the spoons. No one misses pie at all.

Dessert must have been done in 10 minutes. Thanksgiving means I usually bake AT LEAST one kind of pie, which takes hours for prep, baking, and cooling. This year, I was thrilled to save the time--and calories!--with this delicious and gorgeous treat. We'll definitely be making this a new tradition for the holidays--and maybe more often. Too yummy and easy not to!

The Reporting Life: One-on-Ones and One-on-Many

I've recently been covering David Mamet's new play "Race" for my job. Given the opportunity to attend the first press event in late October, I dashed over to Playwrights Horizons to meet and interview the four person cast in brief one-on-ones (or one-on-a few...s when I had to share celebrities with another reporter or three).

The cast is remarkably talented and--more impressive to me, personally--smart. Mamet slipped away as we (the motley group of reporters for various entertainment publications, websites, and stations) entered the room--wiley, horn-rimmed man. Not much of a surprise, though. He isn't a often big fan of the press, and especially not with this show. In fact, he's demanded everyone associated, from the actors to the PR team, maintain a strict veil of virtual silence about the plot. This only made the event more interesting: watching seasoned reporters try to grasp and adapt to the challenge is both amusing and insightful. They can't quite intimidate information out of David Alan Grier, Kerry Washington, James Spader, or Richard Thomas as easily as they might with some other sources... At least, not without notable consequences.

While I could write volumes about the experience itself or the information I got for my piece, the story will be up elsewhere. Part of what really got to me, though, was how I felt not as a fan or the youngest reporter there. It's that I was the only strictly-print person there for most of the afternoon!

Being the only print reporter in a room full of photographers and videographers at a press event is like being the smart kid with no friends at a new school. It's awkward, it's kind of lonely, and it's a bit depressing! It's fascinating, though, that such a scenario could happen. Other print reporters showed up later, though many were joining the photographers already present. Graphics are becoming increasingly ubiquitous. I took heart in being joined in my role of parking it at a table waiting for the talent to free up from the photos and video interviews, but not just because I felt out of place. It was also that I was reassured I wasn't one of a breed bordering on extinction.

As a bonus, I'm including an exclusive picture of the cast here. I got a bit bored waiting for all the photos. What the hell? I thought. So I took one on my BlackBerry, reaching above the line of photographers' heads for a slightly blurry memento. And a reminder for the smart kids who find themselves in the same position.

Bobblehead Dramas!

I adore "The Office." And I'm unspeakably lucky to live with two friends who share my sometimes unhealthy amount of love. We might get a bit too into the show--from quoting the episodes at random to turning to the DVDs for solace, joy, and entertainment, it's a sad day that doesn't have any of the show. Now, we're upping the ante around the apartment with some new "Office" delights.

The new, limited edition bobbleheads are bringing a lot of fun and attitude to our desks. That delight has started spilling over, however.

Maybe we're a bit obsessive. Maybe we just need more fun amidst long nights of lots of work... Either way, they've come to the rescue on several occasions. Here are some of the antics they've been getting into behind our backs... Or for our delight.

Milk Bar: Yummy, Celery Aside

When I can taste the celery undertone, I'm not happy with my softserve ice cream. This was one of the few risks, though, for which I can't applaud the Momofuku geniuses.

Granted, I have a pretty well-honed and sensitive palate, but I don't think the problem I had at Milk Bar was my fault. Stuffing flavored softserve seemed a bizarre--but intriguing--idea. So, I used my single sample when ordering and tried a few bites of the daring treat.

Celery does not belong in ice cream. I picked out a few of the other flavors--all authentic to the "stuffing" idea, I concede--and none made me happy. They don't belong in ice cream. Not in my book.

I recently caved and tried Milk Bar, the Momofuku dessert haven. This minimalist hotspot offers some deliciously daring and inventive dishes, like the signature "Cereal Milk" softserve that tastes like the milk left in the bowl when you finish eating Frosted Flakes. It's odd. It takes a few bites. But it's strangely likable. The new caramel apple flavor joins fruit cobbler and stuffing as seasonal additions to the softserve roster and, in my book, tops the current line up of frozen yumminess. Toppings from the ordinary--candy corn--to the inventive--caramelized cornbread crumbs--can up the ante on the sensibly small but rich portions.

The cakes, cookies, and pies continue the tradition of odd combinations that often really work. I was devestated to see that the Dulce de Leche cake has been retired for the winter, but the banana cake with hazelnut crunch and gianduja fudge taking its place made me rather happy--and had similar effects on the friends I had make sure I couldn't eat the massive piece alone. Other highlights that tempt and taunt me from behind the glass include the Candy Bar Pie--caramel, peanut butter nougat, and pretzels in a chocolate crust and under a blanket of smooth chocolate. The "cornflake chocolate chip marshmallow cookie" and the special daily breads also top my list of to-try items.

Milk Bar, you're getting a rebuke for the celery. But you make up for it with your culinary risks that soar. Right into my mouth. I don't always like the results, but I really respect when restaurants take risks, and I love being here to give them a shot.

The World Trade Center--Exploring the Site, and Myself

Ever since Sept.11, 2001, American flags have everywhere. We find them on cars, suit lapels, and innumerable ouvenirs that tourists buy when they visit New York City. But the flag seldom rarely affects me. I consider it an overused and sometimes exploited icon. Growing up in D.C., it was a cheap patriotic symbol exploited by politicians and lobbyists. Then I went on a tour of Ground Zero. And I have to say, I now see the flag has the potential to mean more to me.

On Oct. 28, 2009, I took the World Trade Center Tribute Center’s audio tour of the World Trade Center site. I went with 14 other students in my NYU journalism class. During our visit, I surveyed the ruins. There's no more debris. It's a huge constructive site filled cranes and workers in hard hats. At the same time, I was listening through my headset to the stories of survivors, officials, and the loved ones of some of the thousands lost piped into my ears.

After experiencing the fear and uncertainty of living in DC on Sept. 11, I often find myself resenting the invocation of that tragic day while I now live in New York. In classes, when a professor mentions the unique experiences of that day, they focus solely on New York, asking if anyone was in the city and what that was like. I feel a sense of almost as though my experience and the experience of my fellow DC residents is undermined and belittled in those conversations. A plane crashed there, too, I say to myself. And if passengers had not revolted and thwarted the plans of hijackers resulting in the Pennsylvania crash of Flight 93, there would have been more. Indeed, I remember the panic of attending school at a national religious landmark, the uncertain fear of what would be next. Because we all felt as though there was going to be a “next” and we knew it would be in the city where we lived—it would be in the Nation’s Capital.

I was not looking forward to it. With my perhaps unique perspective about discussing those events in Manhattan and with the fatigue many of my classmates feel for such discussion, I was not enthused. I was even less disposed to feel much.

On a red bridge overpass, looking down upon the massive pit where the towers once stood, the emptiness did not faze me. The size of the gaping construction site was notable, but not really memorable. It was the flag I spied on a forklift, flapping in the damp breeze and drizzle, standing out against the cool glass of the new tower that brought a chill over me. Flags adorned each crane, each forklift, each bulldozer, and the sight, on this grim day, over a spot of such suffering and bravery, made me gasp.

Traipsing through the marble halls of the World Financial Center, walking past Ann Taylor stores and various eateries along with the complex’s daily workers seemed wrong. The worlds of the past and the present merged as I spied men pacing and talking on BlackBerries while fighting my emotions at hearing Kate, a fireman’s widow, explain, “September 12th remains the worst day in my mind—on September 11th, I still had hope.”

These elements of the experience seemed to violate the sanctity of this living memorial of an audio tour. But it also seemed to fit in a strange, perhaps unintended way. From the form to the content of the tour, one message is abundantly clear: life goes on. It is never about forgetting. It is impossible to forget the voice of Lee Ielpi recounting the story of carrying his son Jonathan’s body out of the debris with fellow firefighters. I can't block out the emotion of volunteer docent Tracy Gazzani when she recalls the last morning she saw her son Terry, 24, an employee at Cantor Fitzgerald, whose remains have yet to be found.

“We are so blessed to live here,” reflected one neighborhood resident in the audio program. “We have experienced the most beautiful part of America.”

The flags here are not rested for the rain. They do not stay in on days like this. They keep upright, weathering the rain and wind. They go on.

I don’t recall ever crying on Sept. 11. After my parents arrived and ended the waiting game of being picked up from the school on lock-down, we went home and watched the news. Unable to take it for long, I baked cookies. I couldn’t tell you what kind if you put a gun to my head, but I know that I took to my kitchen and turned on the oven. I got choked up. I got scared. I rued the uncertainty. But I never cried.

Walking away from my two hours touring the site, listening to painfully real experiences, and speaking with Tracy, I understood what this mother meant, after she shared stories about her only child tragically torn away. “It gets different,” she said. “It doesn’t get better, it gets different.” Trekking through the Financial District in the cold, wind, and rain, I entered the subway weighing the morning’s events, turning Tracy’s words over in my mind. As soon as I arrived at the subway platform, I saw a homeless man asleep against the wall, clutching a backpack with a small American flag patch, and I silently shed tears as I waited for the train.