God in the Kitchen

God in the Kitchen

I remember all those days when I would be in the kitchen with my mom. Helping.Now that I am a cook and I sometimes invite children into the kitchen with me, I wonder how much help I really was. But as long as I didn’t talk too much while Mom was trying to...
Hug a Farmer

Hug a Farmer

Just outside the window where I am sitting, I can see the top of one of my tomato plants, gradually taking over the nearby wooden fence with its strong, sticky branches. Some of the leafy stems must have snuck through the slats of the fence weeks ago when they were...