From the beginning of me, there was writing. In the earliest years of grade school, I would make little books of stapled-together printer paper and construction paper. They’d chronicle life’s…
In January, my annual seed-ordering frenzy commenced, and the promise of green, new life was enough to get me through the ensuing cold and rainy months. (Who am I kidding?…
Someone I know was walking her dog this morning, breathing in the crisp, fall beauty and wondering what today holds for her country. Like most today, she was in the…
I understand we are two months into the Year of Our Lord 2016, but I started this post two months ago today, and would still like to share it with…
It’s the inevitable time of year when I am caught between two worlds, mentally and urban homestead-wise. One is the enjoyment of jumping into the river on scorching days, the…
When I was a senior in high school, I worked at Taco Bell. I had spent the previous four years working as a soccer referee/basketball scorekeeper/day camp coach for the…
Because sometimes grown-ups need cookies, too. Though your kids will enjoy these cookies, you will appreciate them for their many attributes, including but not limited to: their quality; their sweetness…
Wooooo! It’s Valentine’s Day, and I can help you bring the spice. To your dinner. I’m not trained to help you in terms of spice in other departments. That e-course…
A practice I’ve held, on and off, throughout the years, begins when I’m craving a particular restaurant meal. Instead of running for instant gratification, I put the ingredients of said craving on…
Kombu-what? Kombucha is a fermented tea drink traditional cultures have been brewing for thousands of years. Some say it originated in China in the Tsin dynasty, around 200 BC, and has since…
2014 has a few more hours to give us, and then in uncharacteristically sunny and freezing fashion, it will leave us to the beginning of another year. I’m a sentimental…
Cream cheese guilt is real. I know; I’ve been there. These days, I am not into food guilt. In fact, I think it’s the devil. It comes from food fear,…
Well, I’m up earlier than I should be, given the hour I went to bed and also given my childlessness. (I try to cherish these sweet years that allow me…
That, on this chilly Pacific Northwest morning, is the unavoidable question. (A hearty shout-out to Shakespeare for the immortal words that so handily provided me with a vegetable pun. I’m…
