The turkeys have vanished and oversized pumpkins intended for carving are all but absent from the market bins.  Spiced Pumpkin Latte has been erased from the coffee shop blackboard and in its place, scribbled in candy cane letters, it now … Continue reading →

Every time I kiss her good-bye, the scab that has just begun to form on my broken heart is knocked off once again.  By now, I would have thought – and hoped – that the pain and sadness that I … Continue reading →

Pie!  I have never met a pie I didn’t like.  If it rests in or between two crusts, I will eat it.  For me, it’s all about the crust.  Memories of my Grandma making pie dough go way back to … Continue reading →