New Year’s Eve epic brownies
Spending a quiet evening tonight with a bit of the extended family. The hostess is roasting a turkey. I offered to bring a dessert. Sugar and I have an unders...
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Open up a vein and bleed
I’ve been stalling since the spring on writing the last four sections of The Tome. Oh the irony. I’m 90 thousand words in and I can’t get the...
To Build a Better Calzone
I had my first calzone when I was in my late teens. So big. So crusty. So cheesy. Where had this wonderful thing been all my life? It’s been true love...
The sky is falling!
Everyone hates Chicken Little. For good reasons too. He’s annoying not only in his delivery method but also in the message. No one wants to hear it. But...
To market we will go…
I’d heard about the Coventry Farmer’s Market here and there over the years but never managed to make it up for a visit. Then a couple of weekends ago I got a no...
Night Owls and Big Salads
Update: I wrote this a couple of weeks ago and then got sick. Everyone is already settling into the school year schedule but it seemed a waste to discard an a...
Common ground
My eldest and youngest have been lucky enough to attend camp over the years at Common Ground. It’s a high school, a farm and runs the most wonderful camp...
Leftovers don’t have to suck
I’m usually the eater of last resort when it comes to the leftovers in this house. I get them when everyone else is sick of them or there isn’t qui...
Don’t f#@$ing choke
I’ve reached over 80K words in the first draft of my first novel. Holy shit. How the fuck did I do that? And that’s not even counting the notebook....
Not that you didn’t see it coming but it still hurts.
This smiling lady was my first professional mentor, Lisa. She was the curator at the historical society that I volunteered at while I was in college. I started...