Which is the greatest supporting evidence to my claim that I am now a home cook: that I successfully cooked my first turkey or that I bought myself a knife called a cleaver? Cooking my first bird is a big step. At the somewhat ancient age of 46 I bought, bathed, and baked my first… Continue reading Covid19 Survival Skills (a.k.a. cooking)
by Lynn Fulton One of my writer partners has an award winning, non-fiction picture book about Mary Shelly titled She Made a Monster. It's a great example of how a talented writer can turn a passion into an amazing book. To read more about it and purchase, click HERE.
Every December fruitcake, the most misunderstood holiday treat, is forced back into the holiday spotlight again for more abuse. Hate on its unimaginative loaf shape. Mock its colorful but unrecognizable “food-like” ingredients. Ostracize it with a journey straight from the front door to the trashcan. But do this at your own risk of self-deprivation... and mob mentality.
Warning: be prepared for s-sound overload in the S paragraphs Every year the inevitable happens; I grow another year wiser. Each birthday has significance in some way, big or small, and my birthday that took place a few days ago was no different. Except this year’s birthday took place in the middle of the coronavirus… Continue reading The Birthday Blues E-S-S-A-Y
I write to relate to the world around me. I write to find words for my feelings, to reflect on my previous mistakes and triumphs, and find common connections between me, my experiences, and everyone else in the world. I write to connect with others. I write to create and to put my imagination to… Continue reading Why I Write