Hospitality Comes in a Salt Bucket

I am no more finished with my breakfast when winter begins to fall and stick to the half frozen earth. A debate toggles back and forth in my brain, about whether it is worth the few minutes of hospitality, as I slip on my shoes, step into the cold garage, and beeline for the salt…

Winter’s Tempted Reality

This morning, I stand in a one butt kitchen with sunshine yellow walls, as though it will put me in a happy place while I gaze out the kitchen window at blowing snow and drifts it’s created. I’m tempted to let my feet lead today; bundle up and get outdoors, in the 9° and feels…