Home, Cooking

It's a beautiful spring day in north Georgia. Mid 60s. Low humidity. That tree in my front yard is starting to bloom. The neighbors' cherry tree is bursting into its full glory. We go for a walk. A kid in flip-flops flies by on his bike. Two carpenters working on a neighbor's porch pack up… Continue reading Home, Cooking

The Road Ahead

Some of the words being flung around in mid-March 2020 -- historic, surreal, unprecedented, social distancing -- don't nearly, can't nearly, convey what a whacked-out world this suddenly has become. When at some point we look back on this period, in a few months or a few years, many of us probably will settle on… Continue reading The Road Ahead

This is 2020

Some years, before they ever really begin, simply feel more weighty. They portend something momentous. They promise the life-altering. This is what 2020 brings. This could be -- it just feels like -- a big one. Every year, to be certain, has its milestones and its speed bumps. 2019 was like that. 2019 was all… Continue reading This is 2020

Leave the Driving to Them

At the end of next week, Mary Jo, Luke and I will be making our 22nd straight Christmas drive to Cincinnati, the third time Mary Jo and I have made the trip this year. That ride, let me tell you, is not getting any shorter. From our home in the northern Atlanta suburbs, it takes… Continue reading Leave the Driving to Them

Wood Work

Sometime around 2003 -- I'm pretty sure it was 2003 -- our still-young family left our little house in a wooded suburb of northern Atlanta looking for a little more space, a little better neighborhood and a little more tree cover. Trees are one of the best things about the Atlanta area. Really. Anyone who… Continue reading Wood Work

Eye Eye, Matey

Other than the chest-cracking I went through about four years ago -- eh, nothing to it -- I have not spent much time in my life around doctors itching to improve their scalpel skills. But as sometimes happens with a man of my particular maturity (read that like Liam Neeson), you can't avoid these things forever. So here… Continue reading Eye Eye, Matey