I cook because I love to eat. I garden because I love to cook.
When I was a kid at Camp Onas many years ago, to change things up, we used to have theme weekends. The counselors would pick a movie, TV show, or an era – the 1950s or 1960s for example – and all the activities would …
I must have been traumatized as a kid. Or perhaps it was Hurricane Marilyn in 1995, which Marci and I suffered through when we lived in St. Thomas in the mid-1990s. I am extreme when it comes to preparations for a disruptive event, especially when …
