Rock On

Hear me that I love a dance!  Simply ain’t nothing else on this earth like live, from the source music.  I’m partial to a full electric sound, with the vibrations so strong they thicken the air, pulsing from the speakers as visible energy.  Into that soup I dive and into the groove I ascend.  The … More Rock On

Walnut Cake by Mail

Okay, so to start I’m going to confess I’m a long-time criminal.  Yup, it’s true.  The last time I committed the crime was December 20th.  It happened at the counter of our local branch of the United States Postal Service.  I know, that makes it a federal crime.  Scary stuff: prepare yourself. I drag my … More Walnut Cake by Mail

The Light that Binds

On the Winter Solstice I participated in a dawn Yule Ritual that celebrated the magical transmutation of dark to light.  As the sun rose glittering like a ruby over the eastern horizon, I felt like dancing.  My very soul quickening with the rising orb: here comes the sun and I say, it’s all right. In … More The Light that Binds

Love

I typically keep myself far away from the daily news cycle and heard nothing of the tragedy in Connecticut until my husband appeared home early from work to hug our children.  I did, however, catch on NPR this week a story on Syria where they interviewed children and families displaced by the violence there.  That … More Love

Growing Irish Potatoes in the North Carolina Piedmont

When it comes to potatoes, aren’t we all a bit Irish?  I adore the earthy orbs, baked, boiled, steamed, or fried; and I’d be quite content to eat them for breakfast, lunch and dinner.  When I ate my first homegrown ones though — little baby spring taters robbed from the plants that morning and then … More Growing Irish Potatoes in the North Carolina Piedmont

Garden Authority

It has been too long since I held communion with the Green Realm.  Around these parts, it is a quiet time.  Only the evergreens remain to add their chlorophyll ease to eyes weary of browns and grays. Yet, there is work to be done.  I cut down the withered stalks of dead flowers, scattering their … More Garden Authority