I presented this piece at the State of the Ozarks Writers Artists Night earlier this summer. It was an honor to be a part of the event, and I'm grateful for the opportunity to tell a little of my great-grandmother's story. “Why’d you want to move to them hills?” Grammy’s dark brown eyes crinkled with… Continue reading Them Hills
Hot-cross buns! Hot-cross buns! One a penny, two a penny, Hot-cross buns! If you have no daughters, Give them to your sons; One a penny, two a penny, Hot-cross buns! I grew up on the Mother Goose rhyme. I sang it as a girl, skipping through a world as sweet as the sticky buns I… Continue reading One a Penny, Two a Penny, Hot Cross Buns!
We drove out of Them Hills yesterday, as my Grammy used to call the Ozark mountains long after she had left them for good. We went north, driving until the waves of rock became ripples of earth, until the tangled forests gave way to rows of corn and soy. Crossing the Missouri River on Highway… Continue reading Wandering 2017: Across the Wide Missouri
When 2016 began, I didn't intend to take a year off writing. But I did. As each month folded in on itself, I simply lost the will to fight my mounting writer's block. The year 2015 had been difficult, ushering unexpected changes into the path I thought I was meant to be walking. Plans faded.… Continue reading The Wordless Year
This autumn, I stumbled across a recipe for a crock pot pumpkin spice latte on Pinterest. Naturally, I just had to try it. It was tasty, but I found the latte to be a bit over-spiced. After reading through some other recipes, and I tried a version of the Crockin' Pumpkin Spice Latte. This one is… Continue reading Crock Pot Pumpkin Spice Latte