CRAB LEGS 🦀 & CHATURANGAS 🧘🏽: THE PEARL blog

WitH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS 🫶
Wendy Yang Clark Wendy Yang Clark

WitH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS 🫶

Grab your life jackets and a bottle of champagne, because we've officially set sail – The Pearl is open for business! It's been quite the journey to get here. Here’s how we navigated the sometimes turbulent waters of opening a small brick-and-mortar start-up and emerged victorious on the shores of City Island.

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HOSPITAL NAVIGATOR TO HOLISTIC HEALER
Wendy Yang Clark Wendy Yang Clark

HOSPITAL NAVIGATOR TO HOLISTIC HEALER

Kitchen work is alchemy work. It is the sacred place in your home where you can program your food to nourish and work for you. If we are not aware, the same can also happen in reverse; the kitchen can be a place that feeds us sickness and disease.

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WHY THE PEARL? ⚪️
Wendy Yang Clark Wendy Yang Clark

WHY THE PEARL? ⚪️

My grandmother was the human embodiment of grace, dignity, elegance, and strength. She told me as a child that if you cry too much your heart will get soggy and you’ll die. I loved her ferocity and stoicism in the face of adversity, especially so because it was perfectly coupled with true kindness and humility.

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Everything I know, I learned FROM HKD
Wendy Yang Clark Wendy Yang Clark

Everything I know, I learned FROM HKD

HKD was way more than a justifiable reason to bare our midriffs; it was a force for good. I swear! With every performance ticket sold, we raised funds for charity, leaving a lasting impact on our community while tearing up the dance floor.

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IS THIS CRINGE? 😬
Wendy Yang Clark Wendy Yang Clark

IS THIS CRINGE? 😬

“Cringe” is not just about pointing out the awkward à la Jerry Seinfeld; it's a way to navigate authenticity in a world saturated with curated online personas.

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Crab Legs & ChaturangaS 🦀
Wendy Yang Clark Wendy Yang Clark

Crab Legs & ChaturangaS 🦀

The familiar black and yellow signs beckoned. “BASE CAMP” they read, pointing to the giant parking lot of Seafood City. I saw the familiar Haddads movie trucks peeking over the fence, the honeywagon in the corner, its sly bathroom doors reading Desi and Lucy.

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