Bits of hair, escaped from my ponytail, are blowing across my face, tickling my nose. A tiny ant works its way up my arm, just as a dried leaf brushes against my right foot. A lawn mower’s hum blends into traffic sounds. Sirens wail. Teenagers...
I’m not sure where to start, so I’ll begin in a sheep barn in New Hampshire. It’s a red barn, with big open windows overlooking a grassy chicken run. The sheep have moved out for the week for our workshop, and the barn is full...
"I know, I'll make cookies!" When we first viewed our house before buying it, I lingered in the cozy little kitchen, trying not to look too hard at the owner's cookbook collection on the shelves above the washing machine. But I couldn't help myself; there was a life story...