In Which I Present A Recipe

My parents weren’t good cooks. They were very good providers, certainly, and we never worried about having our basic needs met. There was always breakfast, lunch, and dinner and I’m grateful for it. But they had no love of food, no creative spark. It really wasn’t cooking, what they did. It was heating food. The […]

My Man Pink

It’s been another year, and I was thinking it would be a good time to share another Dad story. I got kind of caught up inside my own brain for a while, thinking of recent changes in my life, the way Dad’s memory influences me and affects me still. I’ve been doing a lot of […]