Advent occupies the ending of our calendar year. Those four Sundays leading up to Christmas. A time of preparation. Getting […]
You and I spend money on what’s important. At least to us.
Hot water for showers, and ice water from the front of the refrigerator.
A cornucopia of tastes flows over our Thanksgiving table.
The early Tognetty/Woolsey stuffing debate always revolved around sage. To sage or not to sage? That was the Thanksgiving conundrum.
The recipe lives on an index card written in a scribble unmistakably my grandmother’s. The same cursive that signed off every greeting card and letter originating from her home.
Homes and towns dotted the darkness as I flew back to Austin the other night. Nighttime flying reveals people living in places off the path most traveled.