Reflections on Writing, Traveling, and Food
Author and fellow Instagrammer, R.J. Nello, is currently running a very cool series of posts right now involving titles found on the bookshelves of friends and family. Since an ocean separates us, and Robert can’t simply pop in and take a picture of my bookshelf, I decided to share one of mine here. My love
Signs of California wine country are everywhere as we drive in from San Francisco. Some are in the form of the rose bushes found in every vineyard . . . , . . . others such as fascinating little eateries like the Boonfly Cafe pop up, seemingly out of nowhere . . . , and
A storm called Jonas does not steal quietly into South Florida. It announces its presence on a Friday with strong winds and pouring rain while I type away, enjoying my usual lunch of crunchy peanut butter toast. Although I normally love the snap of the billowing canvas that reminds me of sailing on a rough
Following a two year travelling hiatus, the day finally arrived when a bi-coastal family came together yet again for another European adventure. Armed with my new Chromebook, I was determined to do a better job of chronicling the food part of our journey than I had on the last trip. Sigh . . . Despite
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
Since I was so lax about posting something for Thanksgiving, I decided to share a little Thanksgiving postmortem. I had grand ideas for a pie recipe I planned to develop and share here, but with an impending surgery on the horizon (my husband’s, not mine) and the usual holiday madness, I never got around to
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