The apples arrived in 18 wheelers and were unloaded with forklifts. Thousands of pounds of apples. When I arrived I asked how I could help. “Chef that group is cutting yesterday’s apples for applesauce. We bring it to the border and it’s a welcome treat for the Ukranian kids. Would you mind chopping apples?” “Make […]
That’s what my dad said to me, more than once. He usually responded with that after I complained about some rather large issue such as the war in Vietnam, or the condition of the roads in south Louisiana. And he always followed that up with “but you can save a small part of it.” Meaning […]
Skeletons of JanuaryOnce so aliveGreen hands and fingers danced against our blue skyMuscular legs beneath uplifted armsShade and sanctuary to the young and old of the airWrens, cardinals, jays, and finchDays of sunshine, ample blue skyNaked toes on soft green carpetMemories buried under winter’s white veilDistant thoughts hiding beneath these bare January bonesArms, hands, fingers […]
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 drops of summer, racing to the northwest. In the east […]
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 Rouge, intersects LaPlace like a hunter’s arrow through a deer. […]
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 teenage daughter, or an international terrorist holding hostages. One of […]
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 their way across my tongue and at the time I […]
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 males are all calling to the lady and twisting […]
Cocoa adds the perfect twist to Osso Bucco in this recipe.