I'll start by cleaning out the "drafts" folder. Deal? "Treat it like a friend," the man -- a master breadmaker -- said. "Check in on it every now and then, but don't hover. Feed it once in a while. Don't obsess." We were at a funeral service, he and I and a few hundred other … Continue reading Recommiting.
Memphis readers (of a certain age, at least), come with me on memory field trip: I'm little, maybe three years old, and I'm going to the grocery store with my mother. We park the car, walk hand-in-hand to the door, enter the store. My mother gets a shopping cart, lifts me into it so I … Continue reading Something sweet.
To understand exactly how off limits Martha Stewart has been in our house, you have to know the background of how she made it onto Bernard's black list. We found a set of 1950s porch furniture, a glider and two chairs, that Bernard wanted to refinish. Never mind that an identical-looking, brand-new set was available … Continue reading Martha’s Artic blast redemption.