“Seriously, are you making more pickles!?!”  That was the question asked this morning when A.D. saw the crock on the kitchen counter and the mason jars in a neat line. “I am not making more...

In October of 2014 I went with my parents to an AMBA (Annual Multiphasic Blood Analysis) Wellness Event to take part in the yearly blood screening.  These clinics are held once per year, usually put on by...

Earlier this month, A.D. and I ventured with a friend to Gettysburg, PA and Dover, DE for a mini-vacation weekend. I talked of our time in Gettysburg last week and this week Dover gets a shout out. A.D. and I...

In my New Year’s Day post I mentioned that part of my stunning failure to complete the Journal 52 prompts through last year was choosing an art journal that was way too big and overwhelming.  I sometimes...

The newest beautification to my life comes in the form of a gratin dish.  I know, bizarre. Every year we host Thanksgiving dinner and every year I make an Onion Gratin.  It is a rich and beautiful dish, but...

‘I am writing this under an appreciable mental strain, since by tonight I shall be no more. Penniless, and at the end of my supply of the drug which alone, makes life endurable, I can bear the torture no...

Today’s adventure is a blend of two earlier posts, my 2016 food goals and one on being a tourist in your own town. The plan was to hit the Rockwell Museum of Western Art, see the sponsored Rockwell Alley...

I remember a time in my late teens when I was as idealistic as I was naive and everything I did moved toward the most simple life possible.  There are parts of me that continue to yearn for this misty...