I cook because I love to eat. I garden because I love to cook.
Several weeks ago, out of nowhere, Bob Dylan’s song, “Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again” got wedged in my head. I couldn’t get it out. On repeat, it played internally for weeks on end. Even though it’s a great song, this earworm …
Most of my memories from Bodines, a tiny village in central Pennsylvania about 20 miles north of Williamsport, are only fleeting: talk of rattlesnakes in the field behind the house after the hay was harvested; walking on railroad tracks abandoned after Hurricane Agnes and its …
