One year for Christmas, my aunt and uncle constructed a homemade, Grisanti-themed version of the party game Apples to Apples called, charmingly, Olives to Olives. The nouns were a dizzying collection of inside jokes from the generation above me. My … Continue reading
A few weeks back, Steve (the boyfriend/partner/collaborator) and I went to Mark’s Feed Store. I love Mark’s. What Louisville carnivore doesn’t? I usually get the chicken, but occasionally I’ll go for the pork. And the sauce – oh, the sauce. … Continue reading
Two weeks before things fell apart, I decided to make cookies. It was almost Christmas – the first Christmas in 30 years I would be spending away from home. I hadn’t lived in Louisville for a decade (not counting my … Continue reading
