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March 30, 2012
how radishing
The majority of families don’t “do” radishes but mine historically has and does. At six, I carried the nickname – my first, last and only as far as I know – “Miss Radishes” for the color of my once rosy cheeks and maybe for the fact that I hosted such a garden in the hopes that Peter Rabbit would make an appearance.
March 6, 2012
Of the Earth
My dad grew up on a farm in the Northwestern-most part of Washington State. He and his two brothers rose early every morning to feed the livestock, milk the cows and bale hay. Dad resented almost every minute except when he was tipping cows or tying makeshift parachutes around the farm cats and tossing them from the barn’s loft.
January 27, 2012
Are Those Wendy’s Pearls?
So, there is this beautiful and chic little seaside community in Florida I often visit and call my second home, and well….it’s called Seaside. “Are those Wendy’s pearls?” is a frequent question asked by the annual overflow of multiple family tourists and even the locals. I hear it every time I’m there.
