K is for Knife

The story of how my new knife chose me.

J is for Jelly

My mom, my great grandmother, and blackberry jelly.

A few peeks into moments where I breathed a sigh of "finally."

Some of my email experiences, from the beginning.

Some thoughts on depression and anxiety.

A smorgasbord of cakes from my past.

Some meandering thoughts about bacon and me.

A few words about one of my favorite C. S. Lewis heroines, Aravis.