Rustic Vegetable Pie
We sat outside overlooking the tall pine trees as the sun was setting and the temperature dropping. A couple of candle-lit lanterns gave us just enough of a glow to see the cheese and crackers we were munching on and the red wine we were sipping. Four people, two dogs...
Climbing Mountains and Slaying Dragons
One foot in front of the other we trekked our way up the narrow path where the Aspen trees rustled in the breeze creating a sound somewhere between water running down a stream and that of a joyful musical instrument. We hiked under this canopy of whispering leaves...
Salsa Verde – Tomatillo, Green Chili and Apple Salsa
I went on a little garden raid this past week. Friends were away traveling and leaving over-flowing apple trees and vegetable gardens behind. I picked a huge basket of apples at a friend’s home, making sure there were plenty left for the local bears to munch on...
In Defense of Aging
I’m fifty-five years old, and I have nothing injected in my face or elsewhere at this time. There was indeed a time in my life when I did get Botox around my eyes, but I thought it made me look strange. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not judging. People should do what works for them concerning cosmetic surgery and procedures. I’m not at all against having work done if it’s something they’d like to do. I know many women who get Botox and fillers who look amazing and are thrilled with the results. I don’t want society dictating how I should look one way or another, and any sort of looks/age/weight shaming, or any shaming for that matter, is just wrong.