Soup Season
The Autumnal Equinox arrived in a gentle rain last night here in southeastern Montana. It’s the start of soup season, and I love the time I spend in the kitchen cubing and dicing… Continue reading
The Autumnal Equinox arrived in a gentle rain last night here in southeastern Montana. It’s the start of soup season, and I love the time I spend in the kitchen cubing and dicing… Continue reading
I have a friend who loves the wind. She grew up in western North Dakota. While I was holed up in the farmhouse during prairie gales, poring over the illustrations in The Wizard… Continue reading
My sister and I had a few doll dishes. They would hold several dandelion stems or a handful of wrinkled toadstools—enough, anyway, for us to imagine we were dining in a fancy restaurant,… Continue reading
I can always tell when my first idea for a story-painting is a flop. I’ll be enthusiastic for a day, just because I had an idea. “Great job, Brain!” I’ll think smugly. “Here’s your… Continue reading