My friend Susie and I accidentally spent an entire day together this weekend. What started as a morning meeting to discuss writing became one long meandering conversation about life and family and weddings and hope and fear and things she’s learned and things I’ve learned and things we’re still stumbling …
So, I talk a lot about how good it is for my soul to spend time sitting at the table – or standing in the kitchen – with others. But I’ve come to realize there is something else really healthy about kitchen therapy. OK, so healthy may not be the …
So, what is the purpose of a table? Is it merely to hold the dishes and the drinks? Is it just four legs and a slab? Oh no, it is so much more. A table is conversation. It is a “how was your day?” and a “what does tomorrow look …
I saw my first bluebonnet. It was a little thing, peeking rather shyly behind a stone – I almost missed it as I ran along the trail by my house. But that little flash of color winked its promise of spring, and justlikethat my heart danced. I love spring. The …
Every hometown needs a real cafeteria, owned by neighbors who serve up home-cooked food from recipes that have been passed down and down and down. Every hometown needs a bakery with cookies worth a kid’s allowance money. And every hometown needs at least one opportunity to eat Purple People Eater …
Let me just put it out there now. I am not an Elvis Presley fan. (moment of silence and a quick whispered “I’m sorry” to my mom and my cousin, JuJu). Now, I really love watching old Elvis movies – the same way I love watching old Frankie Avalon movies …
There are some weeks that just feel all – weekly. You know the ones – those weeks that have so many parts to them that it’s impossible to determine if they’ve sped by or crawled past. Those weeks that are all rollercoaster and calm, full of twists and turns. Those …
Pull up a chair. Take a taste. Come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious. ~Reichl There’s something about a little kid eating spaghetti that makes my heart melt. I think secretly I want to have permission to enjoy something with such reckless abandon. When my grandson stayed with us …
Maybe it’s because I shunned them as a child, mocking their taste and treating them like the misfit offspring of their larger and less attractive lookalike, cabbage. But now, it’s become a personal mission. I want Brussels sprouts to get the love they deserve. I even visited Brussels once and …
This weekend I talked about the beauty of what-nots. OK, I also talked about the beauty of friendship. It says in the Bible that “Two are better than one because they have a good return for their hard work.” ~Ecclesiastes 4:9 When Susie invited me over – and then …
So I guess it’s time for a confession. I deceived my husband. OK, so maybe “deceive” is too strong a word. But I may have – just perhaps – neglected to be totally honest about something. Don’t worry. It’s not like I ran off with the cabana boy or squandered …