Bookshelf
From the Blog:
I’d rather be in some dark holler where the sun don’t ever shine
When we woke up yesterday morning, there was a chill in the air. The light was simultaneously more muted and more intense than the frank hot brightness of a summer morning, and the air was full of a very familiar, bracing back-to-school feeling. We ate toast with...
I’ve laid around and I’ve played around this old town too long, summer’s almost gone
Yesterday, when they announced that our flight to Boston was delayed, Brendan and I headed straight for the tequila and taco place across from our gate. We ordered “skinny” margaritas – tequila and lime juice and simple syrup, but with no Triple Sec or salt, a drink...
When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, what will I be?
Being cooked for is a great and startling pleasure for those of us who are used to being the ones who cook for others. For my 50th birthday last week, Brendan and I drove up to Montreal with Dingo for 3 nights of walking, eating, and trying to speak French. On our way...