Stories
from Kitchen Therapy
September is almost gone. The month that celebrates autumn and wedding anniversaries and birthdays has moved like a tender breeze through my fingertips – far, far too quickly. I...
Have you ever met someone who made you feel at home – even though you were miles and miles apart? That’s my new friend Becky. We are kindred spirits...
I’ve been inspired lately. I don’t know – maybe it’s my newfound love of things made with grapefruit (the seriously underappreciated citrus fruit), or maybe it’s because we’ve been...
There are some things I just know to be true: If there is a strange and delightful thing at the grocery store, I’ll be drawn to it like a...
OK, here’s a confession that might get me evicted. I hate summers in Texas. It’s not that I have anything against the season, really. I mean, I love sunny...
Penelope is a sweet friend of mine. She’s only 4, but she’s quite the lady. She loves dresses and shiny shoes, finds getting muddy to be a bit unbecoming,...
It’s so easy to judge things by their appearance. Take me, for example. Folks think that, because I’m outgoing, I must be an extrovert – someone who thrives being...
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...
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....
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...
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...
There are some things that deserve to be repeated, over and over again, like a most favorite song. For me, one of those things has become Buttermilk Pie. Now,...