Ultra Processed Foods, produced by a handful of the world’s largest food conglomerates, are proving to be one of the great drivers of disease, obesity, ill health, and malnutrition in modern society. Read More
Because believe me, no one comes back from the dead, the well and truly dead. Rolls the stone away, steps out into the light, and walks up the street, greeting the neighbors. Read More
“ A lot of these kids don’t have anywhere to go in the afternoons, or they sit at home playing video games and scrolling their phones. We’re trying to get them up and moving, doing something constructive.” Read More
I’ve eaten at many fine Thanksgiving tables over the years. Wonderful meals there. Had excellent food at charming restaurants. But the food at my Mother’s table on Thanksgiving was almost, really, incomparable. I think because it was made with skill, care, love, and open minded hospitality. Read More
“You know a year ago I was paralyzed, flat on my back. Couldn’t move a muscle. Had to learn to walk again. I’m moving slow now, but the way I’m going, won’t even need this cart to lean on soon.” Read More
Out in the yard a racoon is climbing to the top of a high straight poplar tree. Sixty feet up, swaying on the slim distant limbs, he is thoroughly licking the leaves one bunch after another. Racoons are climbers but I’ve never seen one this high. First I thought he was after bird eggs in a high nest but apparently it’s bugs or larvae he is feasting on and worth the climb. Read More
Short version is I’ve always loved these things, sometimes irrationally. Followed racing and motorsports like some people follow politics. Or golf. And in those days the element of danger was very real. Drivers I idolized were killed every year. Cars were dangerous. And don’t even get me started on motorcycles, another passion. Read More
On the way we stop for lunch at a place called Shooters. Because the food is good and the dock is large enough to handle the boat. We have peel and eat shrimp that tastes like it was just pulled from the water, some conch chowder, and heaping plates of fried calamari and salad. I’m beginning to feel that coastal groove coming on. Read More