It is 3:50 a.m. on a Wednesday. This is one of the many aspects of being a 50 year old woman that I never anticipated and am not sure how I feel…
Now that my smallish garden is planted, it seems timely to share that I’m a HUGE fan of the bounty of other folks’ gardens! I am the person who loves arriving home…
Two weeks ago I was able to make my first trip to Tennessee to visit my Momma in her care facility. It has been over a year since we have been together…
A disclaimer. I baked sourdough bread before the pandemic. Bread! I love, love, love it. Both to bake and to eat. I’m not a bread snob. There is a place for bread…
Last week I participated in what I have come to see as a Maine spring right of passage. Picking fiddleheads. Before anyone contacts me, the answer is no, I will not tell…
I have been thinking about writing this since I drafted my first article, but hesitated both because I wasn’t sure I could get the feelings across and because there are folks out…
If you didn’t know already, my writing for the Daily Bulldog has expanded the site’s readership to include a strong contingent of my East Tennessee family. My family is as nostalgic about…
A few weeks ago a dear friend passed away and I’ve been thinking about the 20+ years I was lucky enough to know her, what she taught me and most of all,…
After writing my first contribution to the Bulldog, I thought about how Momma would react to it. She has dementia and lives in an assisted living facility in Tennessee, but was always…
When I was asked if I would consider contributing to a food column for the Daily Bulldog my first thoughts were of family, of the women who taught me to cook and…