So, this happened. I flew. On an actual airplane. And other than wearing a mask, it felt totally normal! Same long lines, same fast food, same cramped seats. It felt great! No, it felt awesome! My first ‘air’ trip in over a year was a quick, work trip but I’m so ready. Watch out world, […]Read More Taking Wing
Just what Mother Nature ordered! When Mother Nature on one hand delivers a lovely bounty of fresh veggies and on the other hand delivers days of endless rain? Turn those veggies into sunshine by making a big pot of tasty vegetable soup. Zucchini, Carrots, Broccoli, Radishes and Carrots, oh my! I call this, any vegetable […]Read More Spring Soup
Made famous by the Alan Jackson song, the Chattahoochee river winds its way through the state of Georgia – meandering right through the city of Atlanta – delivering endless recreation. People are always surprised at how lush and green most of Georgia is “for being in the South.” But I gotta tell ya, that muddy […]Read More Way Down Yonder on the Chattahoochee
We’re all missing a lot of things during this pandemic and ‘live’ music is a big one for me. Live music brings us together, suspends time, tells a story, makes us laugh, smile, and cry. It’s an integral part of the human experience. I’m lucky to be living in a state that is opening back […]Read More Music in my soul
Being severely limited in travel options, I have been missing being out on a farm. Good news! There are plenty of farms, probably near you, that welcome visitors. I spent a Saturday south of Atlanta at Serenbe, including at Serenbe Farms. Now Serenbe is much more than a farm – it’s a sprawling social experiment […]Read More This Ain’t My Uncle’s Farm
Where have all the graduates gone? Well, many are not going anywhere right now. My youngest is delaying for a year going all the way across country to start college and I’m breathing a big sigh of relief. A big, grown up, decision for Wolf #3. One I’m proud of him for making. He wants […]Read More Gap Year? Hell Yeah!
It seems inevitable at this point, right? A culmination to a year unlike any other. I’m only half kidding because we’ve been conditioned to not even joke about what else this year could possibly bring. As I remain hopeful for signs that we are starting to pull together rather than apart, it occurred to me […]Read More 2020, Alien Invasion?
My 4th grade teacher, Mrs. Wooley, stood about 4 feet tall with tight gray curls and a look that could wither you where you sat. She could also make you feel like a million bucks. I guess those twin skills were honed over years in the classroom and I was lucky enough to have her […]Read More Lunch With… Mrs. Wooley
It’s often said, you can’t go home. Bullshit. You can go wherever you want to go and right now, as the world seems to be crumbling, I want to go home. Home to me is the Midwest. Omaha, Nebraska in particular. And it’s not that Omaha doesn’t have its share of problems, it certainly does, […]Read More Homesick
I can’t change the world. I can control myself and my actions. And I CHOOSE love. In all colors. All shapes. And all sizes.Read More Choose.