I chose him. The scrappy scruffy rescued rescue stole my writing week. And my heart.
Things done with love always matter.
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 […]