As the days grow short, some faces grow long.  But not mine.  Every  autumn, when the wind     turns cold and darkness comes early, I am suddenly happy. It’s time to start making soup again. ~Leslie Newman I am sure that there are things better than a […]

The Table I have distinct memories of being very little and be told it was time for dinner. The table was skinny and long–green Formica just off the kitchen, my two older brothers and I would sit there to eat.  We were little, and I […]