You began as a place on my bucket list, a destination I wasn’t sure I’d ever see.

Then work, a new job, carried me over the Atlantic to the place of my ancestors.

Dublin and its surrounding towns welcomed me with open arms, pints of Guinness, golf on a links course, and a night filled with live Irish music, eating shepherds pie, and dan…read more

Early spring is bringing tiny green leaves to the tips of your twigs.

Last year we planted you. We were so proud of your place in our yard. Big plans and juicy apples were expected, but then a plague of deer came and ate all the budding, baby apples you had sprouted. Deer ate many of your leaves, too.

We were devastated.

As the end of winter…read more

Peanut butter only for me
on my soft bread, between two slices.
Most, maybe eight out of ten,
want jam or jelly, but not me. Please,
please let the taste linger peanut butter
for as long as the flavor will last.

Many might think I am extreme,
but I simply don’t want to distract
from the peanut butter taste.
Waste not your gelatinous j…read more

Dear Silk’s Brazilian Burger,

I quake at the smell of you. The fullness of your flavor excites every taste bud my tongue can muster when I take you in.

Mustard and ketchup, lettuce and bacon, American cheese, and, of course, a runny yolk fried egg on top.

A bun is only necessary so I can wrap my hands around you and pull you near and into m…read more