Chez Marcita - House of Marcia Davis

Five things you should know before you hire me:

  1. I do the New York Times magazine crossword puzzle every Sunday.
  2. I’ve been to Cuba three times with a humanitarian organization.
  3. I tried out for the Olympics as a sharpshooter.
  4. My hero, Dan Barber, invited me to tour his kitchen at Blue Hill at Stone Barns.
  5. I speak Spanish fluently after a few beers.



Marcia at the market

Marcia at the Holland Farmer’s Market

Originally from New Jersey, I made my way to the Midwest via Interstate 80 in a 1974 Ford Gran Torino. My destination? Hope College in Holland, Michigan, where, after three changes of a major, I finally graduated with a B.A. degree in English and a minor in French. Thinking I’d actually teach English as a Second Language, I headed off to the School for International Training in Vermont (you know, where they trained the Peace Corps), but decided I hate teaching.

By luck or fate, I found myself back in Michigan, where I enrolled in a graduate program at Western Michigan University, earned an M.A. in English, Emphasis on Professional Writing, and voilá, I was a writer.

I’ve always been a curious girl. That’s probably why it took me so long to find my career. From waitressing to proofreading, floral delivery, furniture assembly and testing, I learned what I enjoy doing and what I despise.

After seven years as a communications specialist in the research group at office furniture manufacturer Herman Miller, Inc., I joined the company’s marketing communications team as a senior writer. Just for the record, I also spent a year as an adjunct professor of English at Hope College, teaching technical and expository writing. (I found out I still hated teaching.)

In 2009 I started Life Is Fare, a blog for people who are passionate about “happy food”—that is, organic, local, sustainable, and humane. In less than three years it’s had over 85,000 hits.

Finally, I decided it was time to go independent, so in 2010 I started Chez Marcita, LLC. I also self-published my first cookbook, Nothing to Sneeze At: Main Dishes for People with Allergies, which includes recipes I’ve created or adapted to accommodate my husband Bill Holm’s allergies. During that year I published my first poem, “Kinship,” which appears in the Fall 2010 issue of Driftwood, a Michigan literary publication.

Now I work at home, where our cats rule. So if you and I are on a conference call and you hear what sounds like a baby crying in the background, it’s probably just Fredsy wanting his dinner. If we get disconnected, Moo is to blame.

Such is life in the House of Marcia Davis.