I think of this space on the internet as my virtual kitchen. The kitchen is the beating heart of a home in my mind, whether much food is ...

I wore my thick socks with the enforced toe and heel that I usually reserve for hunting or fishing or long hikes…anything really that is g...

This is Rick Davis. I met him yesterday on board The Islander on our way to Santa Rosa. His father served in WWII and Rick served i...

Where do you feel the closest to “bliss?”  That euphoric place between earth and sky where your heart might actually beat out...

What feels like many years ago, I began writing this blog. It took awhile, but eventually it found its' voice and the goal was to enco...

Everything will probably not go according to plan this Holiday season, and that’s ok. The kitchen floor might be sticky for the e...