We all know how powerful scents are in terms of memory. Who among us hasn’t caught a whiff of pumpkin pie and recalled our beloved grandmother, or a Fraser fir tree and thought of happy holiday...
I don’t know about where you live, but here in the mountains of western North Carolina, we’ve been a land under siege. Everywhere you look, on every surface you set something and just abo...
I’ve long been the sort of person who looks at a commercially prepared item and wonders, “Could I make that?” Whether it’s a facial mask, flavored coffee or insect repellant, ...
I know that spring is officially here when I start eating out of my yard. And by that I really do mean my yard and not simply my garden. When the violets sprout along the forest edge, the dandelions ...
I adore the holiday season. From candlelit nights and spiked eggnog to evergreen boughs on the mantel and solstice soirees, the stretch from Thanksgiving to New Year’s Eve is one of my most-bel...
(Image of gorgeous ‘Moon & Stars’ watermelons from Big Daddy Seashell) I’ve been learning over the past 6 1/2 months that there is a reason a number of ideas surrounding pregnan...
The growing season is revving up for many of us. Seeds are being sown, vegetable starts are going into the ground and greenmarkets are reopening, showcasing their earliest offerings of the year. Amon...
Now that it’s becoming warm again, I enjoy an early evening ritual most days — the alfresco cocktail hour. Whether it’s a glass of rosé paired with a bit of sharp cheddar and green olives...
When you’re a full-time stay-at-home writer and your spouse works at home as well, the specific feeling of certain days of the week can get a bit wonky. What might feel distinctly “Monday...
It was during a visit to my mom’s house this past Saturday that I saw the photo. I don’t have any recollection of viewing this particular image before, but there it was. On full display, ...
A number of stories involving peas floated around my house growing up. There’s the tale about my older brother, who, as a toddler, squirreled away a storehouse of the tiny green orbs in his che...
I don’t recall exactly when the switch occurred, but sometime in the mid- 80′s, our house went from being a butter-eating domain to a margarine-eating one. I can’t really blame my m...
It’s official. Spring has come to the mountains of western North Carolina. A jaunt around our property this past Monday provided all the proof I need that the season of buds and birth and renew...
Image above: My older brother, my Pop and myself, circa ’78, Virginia Beach, VA. I love bodies of water. From churning oceans to still ponds, tidal pools and placid lakes, if there’s wate...
I’ve kept calendars and day planners for the last 14 years. As an order-craving person, my calendars and planners keep me on task, on time and on schedule. Bills are paid, writing deadlines are...
Historically speaking, my morning cuppa has been of the Camellia sinensis variety. From Earl Grey to lapsang souchong to genmaicha and all points in between, I’ve long been a tea drinker. Since...
During the summer and autumn months, you can find me stirring, boiling, filling and jarring some sort of canned good just about every week. A profusion of jams, preserves, pickles and more come out o...
Around my house, I’m always looking for ways to keep things out of the trash. Whether that means recycling, reducing or reusing objects in new ways, if it can stay out of the bin, I’m thr...
I have a long history of dabbling in “healthy” diets. Vegan, vegetarian, macrobiotic, grain-free, raw — I’ve done them all for varying lengths of time. When I discovered I was pregn...
Mesh feeder from Songbird Garden When you or I learn that a storm is on they way, we fortify our pantries with provisions, make sure extra blankets and batteries are on hand, and stock up on candles ...
While the days of winter aren’t necessary “long” if measured strictly in terms of daylight hours, they certainly can feel lengthy. The arctic winds whipping around New England (not ...
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