See this? This pot of farm-fresh tomatoes, basil I grew my own-dang-self, fragrant oil from Italian olives…this vat of dinners yet-to-be-planned…. See it? It looks delish and smells scrumptious. Now, dear friends. Peer with me. Look deeper. This is my Momma. For 50+ years, she simmered pots on the stove for her family, scents of veggies, tenderness, care, and love wafting through the kitchen, through the home, and to the front door to greet us when we came home. She tau

Here’s to Today

The three of us bonded. Without names we established a lovely connection, present in the moment as travelers and the sisterhood of Row 2.