My momma is probably reading the title of this, going, “Oh boy.” She never knows what I may write, but the day we made sauce, we said what a good column this would make. We have been harvesting food together for years, but I remember when I was a little girl, my mom would be
As I sat on the front porch last week of our beautiful log cabin high on top of a mountain overlooking the Smoky Mountains, I couldn’t help but take it all in. Each morning we went out to sit in the line of rocking chairs that awaited us. Some of us had coffee, while others
Fall is the season for all senses. The feel of cooler temperatures after a long summer. A warm, visually pleasing palate of reds, oranges, yellows, and browns. The taste of pumpkin in everything. The sound of crunching leaves underfoot—the smell of woodsmoke. There’s something about driving past a house with smoke coming out of the
One afternoon when my husband got home after work, he went to get a snack. By 3:45, he is ready for something to eat before dinner, which typically every night is about 6:00. I buy him the little chocolate chip muffins from Aldi’s that he loves with his morning coffee. These one-bite wonders are perfect
It’s a rainy Sunday, and I am snuggled on the couch, wrapped in my fall fleece blanket that I finally got out this weekend. My Halloween tree is in front of our front bay window, with the tiny orange and purple lights glowing as primitive ghost ornaments hang off a branch. Candy corns, pumpkins, witches,
I get so blown away by the folks who read my column — people I would have never imagined. I had two girls I graduated with from high school who were at the same wedding I was months ago. Both of them, separately, said to me how proud of me they were and have followed
