Firesign Farm

My sister asked about this post, and when I couldn't find it I realized I'd written it for the Co-op blog I contributed to for five ...

A Halloween homage to Oscar Wilde   "How sad it is!" murmured Dorian, with his eyes still fixed upon his own p...

Pete lives in our refrigerator. Pete came here almost 20 years ago, but I'm sure he's much older than that. As a newlywed, and new t...

Our weekend company is gone, and the guest room bed changed and made up again. Having an extra set of flannel sheets for that bed means I ca...

Twenty years ago, we got married outside the Virginia City Courthouse. It was basically an elopement. I didn't really want a big wedding...

I got a good peach crop this year, and set aside 15 pounds to make a batch of salsa. I'm just about out of roasted and peeled chiles fro...

During the 1950s and '60s, civil rights leader Martin Luther King, Jr. recognized the power of service to strengthen communities and ach...

I'm visiting my sister, in California's San Francisco Bay Area, for a couple of days. I drove out of a blue sky day where our snow i...

The traditional Christmas Eve supper at our house growing up was always Oyster Stew. Basically just canned oysters (we were in land-locked C...

A lot of my Christmas recipes are traditional family hand-me-downs - Grandma's Meringue Cookies, Mom's fruitcake recipe with just ca...

Before I left to go camping I picked all the okra and zucchini, knowing I'd have more than enough when I returned. And so I did. But I d...

We went to a housewarming in our neighborhood tonight. Two generations have owned the house above us in the twenty-some years we've been...

I'm home again, after a very emotional week in Colorado. My mom and two sisters had taken care of a lot of the arrangements before my tw...