It’s elegant and beautiful, covering the trees, spreading across the grass, and changing everything.

The other evening I couldn’t think of anything I wanted to eat. Then I opened the freezer and saw some bacon.

I have never considered buying a mandolin—neither the musical instrument nor the kitchen tool. But if I wanted to try to make this dish, I might as well do it right.

The cookies are a beautiful reminder that the end of life on earth doesn’t mean the end of a friendship.

There’s something about the simpler times in between the flashier liturgical seasons that speaks to me.

A little about the finches and other family highlights from the week

Weeknight dinners come with their own challenges and joys. Mileage definitely varies.

Sharing a few highlights from our week in poetry form

I can’t accept cavalier disrespect directed toward our democracy. I feel angry, sad, and betrayed. The world feels upside-down.

Happy New Year! How did you celebrate the arrival of 2021?