23 July 2016
22 July 2016
- Edmund Wilson (1895-1972)
21 July 2016
I framed a house of moss and timber,
called it a home,
and sat in the warm evenings
singing to myself as a man sings
when he knows there is
no one to hear..."
20 July 2016
19 July 2016
My parents, and librarians along the way, taught me about the space between words; about the margins, where so many juicy moments of life and spirit and friendship could be found. In a library, you could find miracles and truth and you might find something that would make you laugh so hard that you get shushed, in the friendliest way."
18 July 2016
"Aye," Kate replied curiously. Where was this leading?
"Life ain't nuthin' but a canefield. Sorrows burn away the trash. A person finds out what matters and what don't. What's left is the sweetness. Pressed out, boiled down, and purest crystal. One day, Miss Kate, you tastes the sugar and don't remember the ashes no more.""
17 July 2016
I was eyeing these little pies for much more than a tasty snack; they are my redemption plan for forgetting to buy Mrs.Wonderful's cinnamon rolls to take home to The Best Husband Ever and Darling Daughter. In my defense, Mrs. Wonderful's cinnamon rolls are rather distracting, especially hot out of the oven and the first thing you eat for the day. But I feel pretty confident in the peace-keeping power of these little pies - flaky crust, not-too-sweet filling, just-right size - what's not to love?!
And Mrs. Wonderful Marmalade Cafe will be seeing us again on another morning.