Reflections on Writing, Traveling, and Food
Once upon a time, a family of eight journeyed far across the sea to a distant country called Ireland. Although Ireland is relatively small in comparison to the United States, it somehow gives the impression of being far, far larger. Beautifully cultivated farmland seemed to roll on endlessly often without a soul in sight. The quiet
On a recent road trip to the west coast of Florida we awoke in Naples, the first leg of our journey, to brilliant sunshine. The pull of the weather and a desire for exercise drew us to the beach. An early morning jog up and down the Gulf beach left us feeling pretty hungry, but
Every Saturday afternoon at 4:00pm I go to church. After church, since it is so conveniently located nearby, I drive over for an entirely different sort of worship at the altar of my favorite local food market. I vainly attempt, as I navigate the busy outdoor mall parking lot, to bite back a torrent of