When snow is on the way, it’s important to recall that, last year, we were up to our knees in it.

One of my favorite things about photography is the later WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? moment.

Funny how the seasons change with us and without us, mostly without us.

Still knitting like a mad woman who knits a lot, but in my spare time, I’m also crocheting. One week to go!

I am now such a live wire I roll out ravioli for fun on a Saturday night.

Last night, I made tortillas. In this light, their plight is tragic, their end foretold. It is too bad they were born delicious.

In this life, we are all broken, but some of us hold onto salsa to the end.

Evidently, a corner can have had enough bump-bumping.