If you used to visit here regularly, you may be wondering, “What in the sam hill has happened to that woman?!” Well, in a nutshell: I wrote a book I edited a book I taught two upper division classes at the University I packed up a 2200 sq foot house to move into a 1200 sq foot apartment I had the kids with me while I did that (the DH was at the new job) I prepared to drive about 3000 miles to the new apartment I found a new home for...

Those of you who keep track of me (or of the podcast) may have noticed the loooong stretch of radio silence. Ninety percent of that is due to getting the book into the capable hands of Shannon Okey over at Cooperative Press. Then there were the holidays (and family I don’t get to see nearly enough of). And then there was the snow (should be accompanied in your head by da da da duuuummmmmm). In Which Our Familee Decides to Go On a Jaunt We...

We went to Apple Annie’s last week. It’s not exactly New York Apple Picking Weather, but it WAS under 80 when we were there, so no few complaints were heard from any of us. We picked: pumpkins, tomatoes, peppers (many varieties), green beans, did I mention tomatoes, cukes, butternut and banana and zucchini squash, and apples. Lotsa apples. Mmmmmmm. Last night began the extravaganza—Grandma Ruth’s Chili Sauce and...

The boys are off of school this week so getting back into the blogging/writing/work vein has been a challenge, but jet lag got me up at 4am, so you’re the beneficiaries. I decided to put the InterWebs to good use and will be collecting some of the recipes I came into contact with whilst over there. (You saw the whilst, didn’t you. Classy, eh?) So, today we take a look at Welsh Cakes or picau ar y maen (bakestone cakes). I’m...

1 October 2010 Because Dianne from Holiday Vacations is a genius, Lucinda and I woke up to a charming (really) scene out our window. This was the back garden (remember, this is Oct 1) full of flowers and RAIN. Lots and lots of rain. And ducks. And a river rising steadily while we had breakfast in a lovely little skylight room–the white roof you can just barely make out in between the trees. Love the “whilst.” Just do. Ominous,...

Monday, September 27, 2010-Tuesday, September 28, 2010 DH drives me to airport after spending frantic morning   at last-minute self-employment deluge. Appear to have left without hair brush. Figures. Trip begins auspiciously with gluten-free beer in Delta Terminal bar/sushi bar of the Tucson Int’l (snort) Airport. Guess I shouldn’t snort. They have GF beer. Surrounded by happy travelers with lovely smiles. Sat next to only funny...