I Didn’t Inhale
Timing is everything. 2020 may be my year to indulge in fuzzy headedness.
Timing is everything. 2020 may be my year to indulge in fuzzy headedness.
…by the end of the summer, we had a balanced meal, heavy on the veggies. I lived the original farm to table.
Forget corned beef and “Danny Boy.” For me it’s brown bread and bodhrans. The first time I heard a bodhran (pronounced bow, like cow, run), I was a young teenager. My Aunt Mary […]
I found myself caught in a marathon of Chopped, a cooking reality show. As a writer, reality shows are anathema. I want a carefully crafted story and dialog that zings. Chopped appeals to […]
Do you ever drive the I-84 north-south corridor? Then you have to know about Rein’s Deli. No? I grew up just two towns over from this gem but it didn’t take on […]
Driving along Rt 119, I passed this sign outside our local Agway. It immediately sent me back to days of spring rides home from Agway, on the broad backseat of the family […]