This is what I know: On a cold, sunny morning a few weeks ago when I had returned from my walk, I brewed coffee and brought breakfast to my writing...
I smile as I open a morning email from the NYT Cooking newsletter. Its subject line, “A Taste of Fall,” introduces a perfect-sounding menu for a...
Red maple leaves flutter down along our woodsy path on a chilly morning. Out with Jasper-the-Westie for our early walk, I have on a fleece and my...
I come from a family of Midwestern women wedded to fabric, fiber and thread. Two grandmothers, a favorite aunt and my mother became early role...
For me as a youthful Midwesterner, Younkers Department Store in Sioux City was the inspiring destination for a day away from the monotony and...
March is an unstable month. Unreliable and unpredictable. Streets and sidewalks can be clear and safe one day and treacherous the next. Too often...
The Rise: Black Cooks and the Soul of American Food, a book by Marcus Samuelsson, was a Christmas present from my husband. It was a thoughtful...
A holiday letter from a college classmate asked a provocative question: Has our education in the humanities made the isolation of COVID-19 easier...
A few days ago I tore in half the pages of a draft I was working on and tossed them into the wastebasket. I had given myself an actual writing...
The comfort of apple butter goes back to my Iowa childhood. I don’t recall whether my grandmother’s version or my mother’s was the best, and I don...
Mornings are best when they include time with meaningful books. Being retired, I’m no longer the early riser who brews coffee and sequesters in a...
Last fall, my husband and I decided on a move from our house in Norwich to a small cottage in a retirement community in Shelburne. It would happen...