I don’t say this often, but it has been a long week.
After spending Thanksgiving week on Anna Maria Island with my sister and her family, and visiting with my mother, I returned home to a week of one thing after the other.
I submitted a few writing projects, helped hubby curate an art exhibit,…
I received an email from a friend recently, and the subject line came in a form of question.
Where are you?
She noticed I have been MIA.
I haven’t posted on Instagram, or Facebook. I haven’t returned text, phone calls, or emails and I haven’t written or sent out my weekly blog post.
I responded.…
In just a few minutes, Barbara prepares a daily feast — and she is her guest.
Serge had unconsciously or intentionally neglected to tell us that his condo was in a retirement community. Inside, we unpacked suitcases and our minds. Outside, elderly couples walked their dogs, watered their flowers and waved hello to passersby.
They had a leisurely way of embracing their days, and Chris and I follow their lead.…
We chose Panama City Beach the way one would if they were to spin a globe, stop it suddenly, and select the first place whose letters were no longer a blur.
We rolled the words around our mouths, considered the price we wanted to pay, and searched for vacation properties. For weeks, we sent ideas…
This morning my mother and brother reminded me, via our family group chat, that I promised to share my Jamaican Hardough Bread recipe. I could have easily typed it, or take a picture of the one I've been using for quite some time, but there was something therapeutic about preparing this copy for my family.…