Talking apples

It all began with little green apples. Aunt Eloise mailed Mom a letter saying the fruit was ready for canning applesauce. Mom loaded up the car with her Mason jars and our suitcases. Dad drove us south to the McCoy farm where we lived the first four years of my life....

Two rooms of my own

When our youngest daughter claimed her independence, my husband gained her bathroom. He moved his health and beauty aids from our master-bedroom bath to the other, just nine easy steps away. Since I’d never known the benefits of my own bathroom, I first founded a...

Loving Lily

Ruth called the third week in July. “Mom, I bought a puppy.” “I didn’t know you wanted a pet.” My youngest daughter lives in a house with more windows than timber. Enough to make a mother worry and suggest a dog might be a good idea for safety’s sake. But I held my...

The darkest hour of my life

These late September chrysanthemum days saturate my natural senses with the faculty of memory. While I separate laundry in the morning, the ruddy scent of football season recalls my dorm room on Central Michigan University’s campus. I know the rustle of autumn’s...

Oh my ganache!

What happens when you whisk one cup simmering heavy whipping cream, one cup semi-sweet chocolate chips, one teaspoon vanilla extract, and two tablespoons butter together? Ganache! A no-fuss, no-fail recipe sure to raise eyebrows as a glaze, icing, or sauce. Fond of...