Dinner, a love story.

When I was eleven or twelve, my dad taught me how to make spaghetti sauce. Not a traditional Italian sauce, necessarily, but the one he made for us probably every other week. First you put a jar of pasta sauce, whatever kind Mom buys, in a stock pot, on low. Then, you chop the onions,… Continue reading Dinner, a love story.

Hold and release

When we moved into our house three years ago, there was no screen door. So, as soon as I got around to it, I had one installed. But it was really tight. It threatened to slam fingers or bottoms that didn't clear it quickly enough as it shut. I thought we just had to live… Continue reading Hold and release