The Kitchen Table
My aunt Bren died in 2014. We spent a great deal of time together—indeed, she was like a second mother to me. We shopped. We
A Place for What Matters
My bookshelf has long been a point of quiet contention for me. For one thing, I’m not an aesthetic reader. I listen to mostly audiobooks.
The Great Oak
The oak in my backyard has stood for over a hundred years. I often find myself wondering what it has seen…what it has endured. Seasons
Of Sweet Shrubs and Wisteria
My granny used to tell me that girls once kept sweet shrub blossoms in their pockets in place of perfume. Their heady fragrance clung to
Tools of the Trade
There’s something inspiring about a new set of brushes… or even an old set, finally organized and tucked away, ready to be used. I like
A Dewy Rose in Morning
My Aunt Bren had a green thumb, among many other talents. She could cook, too—despite her denials. I never ate anything at her table that