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  • Several to Choose From…Epic Baking Fails

    First starting out on my lifelong journey in the kitchen, I thought baking soda was the same thing as baking powder. Our pets wouldn’t eat the results and my older brothers used them as ammo in their slingshots. A family member was making an old family cake recipe but substituted pickle juice for vinegar, Sweet… Read more

  • Therapeutic Gardening for Seniors

    Therapeutic Gardening for Seniors

    My grandmother passed on her love for gardening to me, and memories of cherry tomatoes, figs, and strawberries come to mind when I think about what she taught me before she passed on. My love for growing fresh produce to share with family and friends has carried on into my adult life, but I am… Read more

  • No Shortage of Story Ideas Here

    I can write fiction about almost anything. Many times, it is my imagination running rampant and today I question why that is. I wonder if everyone’s thought process are like mine? I can be making a beeline for the kitchen for another cup of coffee and see a shadow in my back yard. That will… Read more

  • The Suicidal Hummingbird

    I was sitting in my living room and sipping my first cup of the day, when something slammed into my living room window. I ran outside to see what it was and found a tiny, barely-two-inches-long, dazed hummingbird lying on the ground. I noticed it was still breathing but it didn’t struggle when I picked… Read more

  • The Butterfly Jungle

    The Butterfly Jungle

    Butterflies are my thing. Well, perhaps not the same level of “thing” as my grandmother’s level of “thing.” She lived in Southern California and had quite an extensive flower garden, which attracted all kinds of them; she collected and displayed them and probably knew the name of each. I know she had a lot of… Read more

  • Saving “Time”

    I once lived in a house that had something like five clocks between my bedroom and the coffee maker. I could never get them coordinated; none of them consistently kept time as the others. I’d lose about ten minutes of my day in the brief time it took me to go through my bedroom door,… Read more

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