Cowabunga, let’s eat salmon rilletes
Valentines Day was more fun when I was a kid. Decorated envelopes were created and hung from the front of your desk for Valentines to be dropped in like your own personal mailbox. If you were one of...
View ArticleI’m only moving across the valley my friends; this isn’t goodbye, its just...
I’ve always had a bit of Peter Pan in me. I never wanted to grow up. I resisted the nine-to-five job and grown-up responsibilities as long as I could, but I guess we all have to grow up eventually....
View ArticleA series of firsts and lasts
Last Friday I drove past my favorite pasture on Adobe Road; a lush grassland with a water trough near the road, where everyday I would see one solitary sheep among a herd of cows. Amber first pointed...
View ArticleThe Sound of Settling
The sound of settling is the rustling of half empty moving boxes, sweeping of floors and heels dragging on hardwood. Its scribbling to-do lists, and unwrapping bubble wrap, and the tapping of hammers...
View ArticleMother’s Day Musings
As a child, I was a momma’s boy (and still am, and proud of it). My mom was a huge inspiration and an integral part of shaping me into the person that I am today. I appreciate her now more than ever....
View ArticleEasy Like Wine Country Evenings
The easygoing sounds of The Easy Leaves beckon us from the top of hill. We trudge up the path, vineyards on both sides, and the smell of barbecue wafting our way as we stroll past partygoers sitting on...
View ArticleSuch Great Heights
Oops. Sorry guys, I know it’s been awhile. But fits of writers block and lack of motivation to are challenging obstacles to overcome. Despite having several stories, recipes and pictures stockpiled, I...
View ArticleBlackberries and bike rides
The tune of summer changes every year; from snapping string beans with Mom on the porch, to picking blackberries with my family until we are silhouettes in the darkness. Lately, the melody of the...
View ArticleI turned 30
I wasn’t ready to be older yet, so I climbed onto a roof with my two best friends, plastic cups filled with fernet. Swathed in the buzz of the city, but feeling peaceful from this height. The alcohol...
View ArticleThey don’t tell you how hard being a parent will be
It was a sweet and wonderful moment when we first held him in our arms, his big brown eyes gazing up at us. We didn’t realize during that brief and precious moment that he had changed our lives...
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