That Morning

You know that morning–the one when you’re cozied up with family and/or friends and comfort and delight are the names of the game. The game being breakfast. Maybe it’s snowy outside, or hot if you’re down here, or maybe it’s a festive time...

This Time Around

It’s just gone Thanksgiving around here and we celebrated in all the usual ways–eating until we waddled, piling crisp, amber leaves to jump into and rearranging the nine pairs of shoes on the backdoor shoe rack. No, wait, that’s just something our...

A Plague of Starlings

You know when having your figs stolen reminds you of being a writer? I’ve written about the fig tree in our garden before. We enjoy them every August for the glut of honey-sweet mess they are. Except this year, because this year the starlings enjoyed them...