As of late, one of my greatest joys is cooking dinner at Finn’s. This is, I promise, only in part because his kitchen is much snazzier than mine – though I do so enjoy wiggling my fingers under his automatic soap dispenser.
Finn works late, which is just fine by me, because I like to eat [read more ...]
Because I teach a boys’ cooking class at the Onondaga Free Library, I try to be cognizant of the nutritional bumps and twists that are a part of so many kids’ lives today. Between dairy-intolerance, nut allergies and picky eaters, it can be near-impossible to satisfy hungry tummies!
One of my students is gluten intolerant, and [read more ...]
The funny thing about being a writer and dating is that sometimes, surprisingly, the people you date actually read your work. This is all well and good if you write about environmentally-friendly building or breaking news or other impersonal, important things, but it gets a little stickier when you, on occasion, discuss those other people [read more ...]
“Do you wanna cuddle?” I asked with an eager grin, turning on my toes and walking, cat-like, back to the bed. My linen shorts were rolled at the waist, a lightweight sweatshirt zipped halfway up my chest.
He nodded and lay down next to me with a book of local history and recipes. I snuggled my [read more ...]
My grandmother spent the past week in the hospital due to a diagnosis of pneumonia. Things didn’t look good – they looked bad, in fact – and so all of her children flew and drove in from their very separate corners of the country. Within 24 hours from her hospitalization, my entire family was a [read more ...]
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