Essence of lantana

My parents drank film noir cocktails – martinis (always gin, never vodka), sazeracs, B&B, scotch. When we were over the Bay, there would be the occasional cold beer. Wine, however, only appeared on holidays, and champagne was reserved for wedding receptions, and then, only those not held in the church hall. When I moved to…

The end is near

As I got dressed this morning, I realized the end is near. The end of summer whites, that is. Pulling on my white, linen skirt, it occurred to me that I need to get all the wear I can out of my white skirts, white capris, white shorts, and, of course, white shoes, before the…

What I am not

I am a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother, a friend. I am a writer, a painter, a teller of tales, tall and true. I am the Queen of all I that see, but also the maid, the gardener, the chief cook and bottlewasher. I am many things, but there is one thing I…

Fish are jumpin’…

Ahhh…Summertime. My summers were spent at the home of my maternal grandparents, Granny and Baw to me, under the watchful eye of Sarah, their housekeeper and my companion. Most of the morning, I would wander around their expansive yard, playing house under the scuppernong arbors, catching tadpoles in the goldfish pond, or picking blackberries with…

Long live the King!

I come from a land where the peach is queen. There are peach parks, peach festivals, a real live peach queen, and even a water tower devoted to her luscious, ruddy being. For several months in the summer, every magazine, cooking show, and commentary is devoted to recipes for cobblers and ice creams, tales of eating…