My stomach and I converse fairly regularly. We have a good rapport, and I would rate our communication at about an 8/10. That being said, my stomach does not often issue direct commands, so I am apt to listen when it does. Call it the mystery of Twelfth Night, but this evening, my stomach decidedContinue reading “Suggestion from a Stomach”
On the fifth day of Christmas, my locale gave to me… Five RayLen wines Four to-do lists Three deadlines Two aspirin and a deer crossing just before me.
Tonight, I may be feeling a little less snarky than usual, because I get to watch the premiere of some rockin’ original songs by my before-there-was-Facebook friend Leah Shaw (leahshawmusic.com). Leah will be playing from 5 to 7 p.m. at what is for both of us an alma mater of North Carolina wine: RayLen VineyardsContinue reading “Getting on the L Train”
It is true that I have been known to hold, concurrently, as many as four part-time jobs. I am comfortable wearing many different hats, as long as the wool one with the flaps over the ears is on the bottom and the pink straw Easter bonnet is second from the top. That being said, IContinue reading “The Girl of 100 Hats”
It’s a gorgeous Friday afternoon in October. After a week of rain, the sky is a clear blue with a white tint on the edges of the horizon. I’m sitting on the patio of Cellar 4201, a small boutique winery in the Yadkin Valley AVA of North Carolina, surrounded by crape myrtles, ferns, and brightContinue reading “Locavino: Cellar 4201”
I’m sitting in a narrow hallway outside a coffee shop and bookstore called Shakespeare & Company. The door of this coffee/beer/wine/book/cooking supply shop has not one but five Christmas jingle bells hanging from the knob, to be certain the proprietors don’t miss a guest’s approach. (The bells’ effectiveness is undermined somewhat by the fact thatContinue reading “In Shakespeare’s Company”