An Ode to the Angels of Bread

There is something so beautiful and pure about homemade bread: The way butter melts on it -golden- when still warm from the oven. How it serves as the perfect vessel to be slathered with whatever spread you desire. How it sops up the too-good-to-leave-behind sauces at the bottom of your bowl. What it feels like…

Holidays in the Home

My mother is a talented gardener and artist. She has an amazing eye for detail and composition. She magically walks through the house putting small, simple, beautiful things here and there. I’m still learning…and am not sure I’ve inherited that gene…

An Island Christmas

Like the song, I do always dream of a white Christmas. Christmas  2013 on the Island was the snowiest in a long, long time. Last year there was just a sprinkling. This year over 60cm had fallen by Christmastime. Dreaming, was not necessary. Islanders were living the Christmas dream. If you can forget about the…