In Which My Cooking Knocks Some Socks Off

"If you could do anything -- forget intelligence, physical skill, money, or talent -- if you could do whatever you wanted and it would work, what would you do?" my mom asked. I sat on the periwinkle painted iron gliding bench thing, the kind that leaves weird designs all over your thighs when you wear…

“So, I kicked him in the balls”: A Vaccine Story

The thing about living on a farm and doing exactly none of the work is that I'm 0% invested. I get to gaze out my window at galloping horses, drive down a winding road fluttering with apple blossoms and waving pink cherry trees, and smile at the new baby lambs that keep appearing on my…

The Eyes Have Had It

I'm just as sick of saying/typing/thinking "The Pandemic" as you are. So, let's call it something else. Like, Jessica. "Are you alive?" Jessica has wrecked a lot of stuff. We don't need to list them. I've lived on islands and in deserts much of my adult life; isolation isn't the problem. While I've had a…

Home is Where the Art Is

It hasn't been the best year, but I can honestly say I've had worse. However, 2020 wins for Grossest Reoccurring Question in the Fishburne House : "Why are there still slugs in my kitchen?!" * The Little House, by Virginia Lee Burton, was one of my favorites as a kid. I was a huge believer…