Here you can expect, quite honestly, the unexpected. A lyrical poem about unattained love, an essay on the history of potatoes in Southern America, a rambling piece of prose titled something vague, maybe a love letter to either my home or my husband, and perhaps even a short story or two to keep you guessing at my genre.

I am a writer, a mother, a wife, a homemaker, a cook, a homesteader, a builder of things with my hands, a tender of animals and gardens, a bandager of all wounds, a deeply feeling and critically thinking woman. My interested are wide and wild and varied, my mind feels most alive when I am writing and learning, researching and absorbing. I am fascinated with food and history, societies and psychology, religion and nature, how it all connects and interplays around us little specks wander the vast universe.