Trying To Find Their Way Home
Pull up a chair. This one is being written by your old uncle, the one you rarely speak to, and that may be too bad because you might have missed something. He is a little strange, sure. Around here we call him Disco Grandpa. He has been known to chair…
Canning, Common Sense, and Not Gambling with Supper
When I first started thinking about why I can food, the easy answers showed up first It is thrifty, and yes, it can save money. It also allows you to put food away when prices are good, the garden is bursting with bounty, or somebody hands you a box of…
Take Care of the Skillet
This morning I looked at my cast iron skillet and smiled. That may sound like too much pleasure over a cooking skillet, but I know some of you understand. A well-kept cast iron skillet has a kind of quiet authority. It does not shine like stainless…
You’re Responsible for Your Feet, Not Everybody Else’s Mouth
There are moments when the room starts drifting in a direction you may not want to follow. It could be gossip, crude talk, or it is anger warming itself over a pile of someone else’s business. Those kinds of conversation can takesa hard turn, and before…
The Chain That Held
After 44 years, Christina has still allowed me to live, and I have taken that as a sign I should probably keep her. Sounds like an old Geritol commercial. That sounds like a joke, and it is, but only partly. (She meets the joke with a side eye and a look…