I grew up in my Southern home on pound cake, cheesecake, layer cakes with frosting, chocolate chip cookies and two kinds of pie: pecan and key lime. We didn’t do fruit pie in our house.* But when I met my husband, and more specifically, ate my first holiday meal with his mom, dad, sister, and … Continue reading No shame in pie
Emerald fields of waist-high corn glitter in the sun abandoned highway – a bleached ribbon draped across the hills mossy shoulders rise from the earth: Appalachia eruption of cheers from the back seat – a mountain! molehills of mustard buttons – wildflowers in the sun noon sun paints fluttering leaves in apple green pink blush … Continue reading Haiku from the road
Butterfly Mind 