Mended at the Cracks
My heart, after decades of comings and leavings, is a brilliant web of gold.
Betsy Fitzgerald
End Not in Sight
Maybe we would have shared words. Wine. Wisdom. Winter is standing by.
Shine On
Pandemic pounds? Self-negative? I am who I am and you are who you are, no matter what.
Starting New
If I could rewire the world, I would. It’s been a wild Spring to Summer and heading into Fall. I do know that nothing lasts (as in bad things) — […]
The Blessing of Corn
…by the end of the summer, we had a balanced meal, heavy on the veggies. I lived the original farm to table.
Winds o’ Mine
March winds bring me back to afternoons at the kitchen table of Bridget Reilly Fitzgerald–my grandmother. She would make us strong black tea, lightened and sweetened, and tell us stories about home. It was the story of the Banshee that took root.