…I remember you are gone and good
so my bowl and mug, so starts my day… Continue reading →
…a stream of hungry mouths, hungry
for green, for sweetness, for that first
delicious bite of soon-summer… Continue reading →
As I got down my dinner plate
As I grabbed a jar of gherkins
I realized that my kitchen had
an overwhelming memory… Continue reading →
Oh Oatmeal, oh bowl of oatmeal,
you cook up while the coffee brews
two scoops of flattened grain slide in
to just one cup boiling water Continue reading →
typing recipes • and remembering the folks • who gave them to me Continue reading →
The greatest good you can do for another is not just to share your riches but to reveal to him his own.
