An Ode to a Cabin in Autumn: Pumpkin Waffles
September 2012 A humble poem for a magical cabin... When I was a child, I dreamed of fall, The way I wanted it to be, With firesides, fresh warm cakes…
September 2012 A humble poem for a magical cabin... When I was a child, I dreamed of fall, The way I wanted it to be, With firesides, fresh warm cakes…
March 2012 It was the bright and sunny brunching hour at the special cabin in the woods, but more importantly, it was the last brunching hour of the long weekend, so…
November 2011/March 2012 In the back of my mind- in the very back of my mind- I knew he was going to London with his family. The front of my mind [clearly this post…
March 2012 More years ago than I care to admit, I found myself staying in an enviable adobe house in the Arizona desert as part of a volunteering trip. Each…
March 2012 Butter and cream are not your enemy as long as your legs and feet are you friends [and as long as that butter and cream come from honest…
March 2012 There's a certain quiet that is felt. This type of quiet is not defined by a lack of sound. This type of sensory quiet is defined by a…
March 2012 I like going to his cabin in the woods, where the window shows a quietly passing creek, where mountains look like cluttered, blue shelves stacked with trees. I…
January 2012 The last bits of the NYE weekend included an all out dive into the deep end of Twin Peaks, while snuggled in front of the fireplace, with one…