Asparagus. Berries. Chard. We’re practicing early summer ABCs around our house. We try to eat locally and seasonally as much as possible, so aside from the occasional impulsive purchase of…
Paper Doll Tales Posts
When I met Big Friend, his wardrobe relied a little too heavily on tapered, stone-washed jeans. Or the jean’s “Sunday Best” friend: the tapered, pleated khakis. (And I married him?…
His fingers. My nose. Her self. Aaaarrrrgh. I can’t do it. I can’t limit myself to just six words. See? Here I am rambling on, belaboring you with the curse…
Last night found me stalking bull frogs around the perimeter of a neighbor’s pond. My feet squelched in grass boggy from regurgitating the over-abundant rains of the past week. Little…
It’s hard to ignore the meteorologists’ long-faced reports on the weather state of the union: floods gobbling up Mississippi riverbanks while the parched throat of Texas gasps for a sip…
“Just try one bite.” I hear myself spit out this phrase at dinner and cringe. Little Friend has made the dinner frittata public enemy number one. I weep a bit…