I remember a garden in North Carolina where a field of dwarf irises announced the turn of the season. Low to the ground, they bear a humble sovereignty—worthy of regard, as are all living things. This memory inspired the poem “Dwarf Iris Blessing.”
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The Beloved Designer Who Celebrated Trees All Year Long
As 2025 closed out, I sorted through a few images from my retired blog. The handiwork of Darryl Moland, a revered art director at Southern Living, Cooking Light, and other publications popped up. He had the rare gift to create something lovely that reminded us to treasure the time we have.
Keep This Table Now and in Our Hearts
My thoughts turn to a fundamental ritual: the family table. After dinner on Sunday, three generations leaned into conversations, propping our elbows on the kitchen table that stood for decades through years of mischief, arguments, tears, and joy. Wherever you take a meal this holiday, I wish you sweet memories.
The Game of Naming a Cat (with Thanks to T.S. Eliot)
T.S. Eliot’s whimsical poem, “The Naming of Cats,” inspired this post about my bright-eyed black cat, Ellie.
Why I Love Appalachia: “Blue Ridge Weather Report”
In this glorious, but all-too-brief season in Appalachia, killing frost silences the nights except for the rustle of branches. Color steals across the trees, and leaves begin to drop. I wrote this poem after relocating to the South and falling in love (again) with autumn in the Blue Ridge.