Cara Cara Cake

Cara Cara Cake

The Farmer’s Market on a recent Saturday afternoon, and I’m gazing at the bounty of early January in southern California. What to buy? Which lovely opportunities shall I select from the glowing spectrum before me? Orange, yellow, green, even the rosy blush of blood...
A Taste for Aunts

A Taste for Aunts

In the spirit of Dylan Thomas’ line, “There are always Uncles at Christmas,” this Thanksgiving season, I’m speaking up for Aunts. Specifically, my two Aunt Betty’s and my Aunt Ellen Braithwaite, who have been on my mind as I’ve lived the days leading to this...
Storm

Storm

A few days after the summer solstice this past June, we were sitting on the deck at the cottage overlooking Lake Mendota, in Madison, Wisconsin. Our grandsons were happily mudding on the little beach nearby, and we were chatting with our daughter and son-in-law,...

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