Lately, I've been thinking about loss and home. Not as separate thematic entities, but rather the Venn diagram overlap of the two. ...

I'm not always the most patriotic person. Lately I've been pretty heartbroken and confused about the state of our country and it...

It's been hard to find the time to blog lately. That's not a complaint, necessarily, just the way it is, with long full-time ho...

I'm sitting in my non-air conditioned third floor room, sweating, and thinking about last weekend. It's not that the weekend wa...

It's that time. The time of the narrow overlap between rhubarb season and strawberry season. When I lived up north, the reasoni...

W ith the farmer's markets overflowing with fresh, juicy strawberries, I couldn't resist the urge to buy a few pints and make a ...

The next morning Angélique, Amédée's wife, was in the kitchen baking pies, assisted by Old Miss Chevalier. Between the mixing-board and ...

O n a recent road trip from Dallas to the border town of Shreveport, Louisiana, I had the opportunity to sample a strawberry pie. Strawn...