Yesterday’s heavy rain has moved on and this morning cold air has taken its place. The rolling green hills of Ohio reach out to the tree line and the tallest of those trees scrape the cloud bottoms. Heavy grey clouds, laden with the last few...
LaPlace sits about 30 miles west of New Orleans. Our southern border is dictated by the curves of the Mississippi River, our northern border is the swampy, tattered edges of Lakes Ponchartrain and Maurepas. Airline Highway, once the main thoroughfare between New Orleans and Baton...
I’ve been watching Master Class and perhaps my favorite episode is courtesy Chris Voss. He was the FBI’s lead hostage negotiator for years and his lessons are filled with clever tactics to get your point across whether one is negotiating for a raise, with their...
At fifteen years of age, words with sentiment and grace do not come easily. Like eating green salad with a spoon, it's an awkward exercise for an age group least prepared to express emotion. So it was that my first words to Johnny Romanow stumbled...
Naturally I added a squirt of air then headed to the surface where my vest started to roll again. Damnit! I squished the air release button, “sssshhhh!” And I was a mortally wounded submarine headed for bottom. ...
Jonathan “To a female Toucan, size matters. These birds we’re listening to are all males. There’s one across the river, one on this papaya tree, the other one is up the mountain side. And somewhere in the forest there’s a lady looking for her guy. The...
Cocoa adds the perfect twist to Osso Bucco in this recipe. ...
Pure, organic cocoa, coco, or cacao butter. Anyway you say it, it's delicious. ...
Imagine a piece of battleship grey slate, maybe about the size of a medium pizza box but with jagged, misshapen edges. And just like a great pizza, the slate has surface texture to it, ridges, bumps, and lines. Using a variety of small carving tools,...
“Next stop, San Ignacio.” I twisted the key to our rental as Amy screen shotted our directions, because out here in the rainforest, Google isn’t your friend. Amy mentioned we were leaving San Felipe, passing near San Antonio, would drive through Santa Elena on our way...