Certain American dishes are best made for a crowd. Take, for instance, Brunswick stew and booya. They’re brewed most often in the fall, with a traditional base built on whatever a hunter brings home.
As we head into the next two bloody months, we could use some semblance of faith we’ll pull through together in one piece.
Today, we will follow the markers that commemorate the first major engagement of the Revolutionary War, which took place on this date 244 years ago.
As expected, your naked face is greeted with stares. A popular response is to make a sharp swerve into oncoming traffic to avoid you.
What is not to love about watermelon? Unfortunately there is, falling in line with other racial realities we’re grappling with this summer.
It’s International Clown Day! That’s right, there’s a day set apart to commemorate the women and men who have make us laugh even when we don’t feel like it.
A storm’s coming so I call the son, see if he wants to go down to the pier and watch it roll in. We have about twenty minutes before bands of rain arrive and the wind picks up. He says he’s in and off we go.
Ms. Johanna’s been telling me that the old straw hat I wear is too heavy to do any good when we work in the garden (it does just fine). She said she needed to teach me how to make a real hat but we had to have some newspaper, specifically The New York Times.
Mom adored and respected Mrs. McLoughlin but all her preparations belied a lingering insecurity from growing up poor, afraid of being considered shabby.
I finally remembered to bring my phone this morning and, once back home, decided to look for more inspirational words. There were a lot from famous men but I chose women because I’m damn tired of hearing men yapper on about this world. Most of them aren’t helping, anyway.