I read a lot of cooking blogs. If you’re a fan of a bad pun, I devour them. My love for recipes and cooking began during my last bout of writer’s block. I like good food just as much as the next person and…
Clouds of Swallows The swallows arrive sometime after mid-April and nest along the bluffs. They ignore me as I canoe past, twittering around my head as they leap and spin in search of breakfast, pausing singly or in pairs for a brief moment (resting…
The Baby Possum What bothers me is she was beautiful—the possum, that is, young enough to still barnacle to her mother’s back—a baby, really, even though the word seems ill-fit for a hissing thing designed to grow a bite of fifty teeth made to sink…
Matrimony in Four Parts 1. Spectacle Ceremony: A rite or observance usually regarded as formal or external; or is it an empty form? Often regarded (and articulated to us) as symbolic or traditional. My Fair Wedding, a television show hosted by famed wedding planner…
I have one of those terrible sounding clocks that blare’s its alarm like a warning of impending doom. The maroon digital clock radio was a Christmas present from my grandfather when I was 8 or 9 and my brother received a matching one in…
I didn’t acquire my driver’s license until the age of twenty-three when I absolutely had to. I went to graduate school in an itty, bitty village Southwest Michigan that had two stop lights, and the city girl inside me stomped her foot and demanded driving skills.…
The first thing I remember quitting was softball. We were warming up, tossing the ball back and forth to one another. My hand-eye coordination has never been anything to envy, so, when my teammate threw the ball to me, I missed the catch by an inch or so,…