There are a few days in-between here and there. The days between Christmas and New Years. The days between utter chaos and utter boredom (on the the kids part anyway.) And I’ve seen in mentioned that people seem a little lost in these days. Stuck between the two years. Not ready to move on, but...
2017… is coming to an end. And as I often do, I sit next to the fire, with the cold wind gusting the snow back and forth across the needles of the spruce trees…. I reflect. I breath. I unplug. I plan. I write. Because I was always have been, first and foremost… a writer….....
I hope as my son gets older there are a few things he remembers about me. I hope that he remembers that I always sit on the floor with a cup of coffee, in front of the stove and watch cookies bake, or bread rise. Because I think it’s magical. I hope remembers nights...
Just because it’s December, doesn’t mean that hunting season is over…goose season ensues. So the little dude and I cruised south for a little weekend getaway. Just the two of us. I was just going to drive down for the day and head home, but was convinced that maybe staying the night would be more...
Because it’s the Holidays and the holidays are mostly about food… really they are. I’ve always said.. that there is one universal thing in this world that pretty much every one can agree on. Food brings people together. Now, I’m not saying that conversation over food will bring you closer, but it will get you...