We’ve all seen — and sometimes shunned — them.
The accident happened, as these things always do, simultaneously fast and oh-so-slow.
You would think someone who loves eating and all things relating to food as much as I do would be nuts about lunch.
Picking ear corn was an historical time.
I like about writing for public consumption. This is opposed to, say, how I started out which was just forcing these missives on my grandmothers who are contractually obligated to find me fascinating.
Ah fall. The season when all of nature attempts to move indoors.
One of the many benefits of being a writer is that my commute is short. (I gained 7 pounds the year I got a laptop and no longer had to walk all the way to the third floor to write).
’Tis the season when most public schools begin a new academic year.
Back to school. The very notion conjures up visions of autumn and plaid and crisp apples for the teacher.