One Hundred Dollars

My dad died in 2011, when I was 37 years old. It happened suddenly, with no warning, and it broke my heart. I had spoken to him on the telephone just a couple of hours before he died. He sounded happy. He sounded fine. I knew he was getting older, I could see it. Sometimes…

Jumpin’ on the Chalk Paint wagon

Okay, okay. I get it. Chalk painting is the ‘it’ craft lately. Everybody’s doing it.¬†Annie Sloan seems to have a corner on the chalk paint market right now, and unfortunately (or maybe fortunately?) for me, you can’t purchase it online and the closest place in my state that sells the stuff is 350 miles away.…

I’ve got a fever…

I have been daydreaming about spring all day today. Oh spring, the things I would do to you. If only you were here with me now. I want to smell you and take you all in. I can’t wait until the day we meet again. I took this photo last spring from the National Bison…

Cruciferous Crusade

I never liked brussels sprouts until about a year ago, and kale was never anything more to me than a bitter, inedible garnish that cheap restaurants use on their dinner plates to fancy them up. You know, like the green stuff in the lower left of this picture: Imagine my delight all these years later…

The Year of Forty

This is my year of forty. I never thought I’d see the day to be perfectly honest. Nevertheless, here I am, the minutes counting down the hours until the big 4-0. How could this be? In my mind, I don’t feel a day over twenty nine. In fact, through my entire thirties, I turned 29…