I’ve been thinking about this little corner of the Spruceton Inn. I was there just about this time last year, so maybe it’s the air that’s making me think about it. The owners of the inn gift six artist residencies a year, and and it was in one of their rooms during one of those residencies that…
hibiscus rose kombucha
Here in our house, the symbol of Valentine’s day is not the heart, but the scissors. When Joey and I had been together just a few weeks, he gave me a case of phone books for my birthday. He’d stolen the box from the mailroom at our college, and, although at first look all of…
raspberry mint lassi
Last week on of those perfect hot/cool nights, we sat out on the porch and drank mojitos and ate green chile cheeseburgers. The dog hung out calm and mellow and not barking at the neighbors, and my sister brought her new blue portable record player out onto the porch and put it on a chair and played her…
The horse feathers
Summer! We’re here! Yahooooooo! The first day, Sadie spend the entire rainy day in bed reading the The Fault in our Stars from start to finish (now I’m reading it, so we can have a movie date), and Rosie was just bored, bored, bored. She’s been perfecting her handstands in the backyard, and they are getting good. A few…
fire cider
Oh, Fire Cider. Where to begin? Let’s start in the Fall of 2011. My friend, Gina, asked me to be a judge at Hancock Shaker Village’s Harvest Festival farmers’ market, which basically involved wandering through the shortbread and local honey, trying to take myself very seriously. Sadie helped, trailing along after, whispering about this and…
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