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Dalton on Duty | Minute Steaks

When I met my husband, he was a green young lawyer with a bright young brain. He possessed an uncommon dignity. Newly unencumbered, he was free from a full leg cast via a water skiing mishap. He gave me an Atticus Finch sort of nod upon an overture. I was on my first day of work, smitten and even greener. …

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Revelations in Tapping | Mexican Hummus

  With a self imposed sense of discovery for the new year, I mustered an open heart for unfamiliar territory. An assigned seat brought a harvest of good fortune. On a Delta flight to Mexico this winter, I found myself in alliance with an older couple traveling back home. As I took my aisle seat, I determined that she, a …

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Refinement by Human | Roasted Edamame

  Pappy was a narcissist. My pipe smoking architect grandfather had good reason to walk the egocentric path, the only child of an older professional couple (lawyer and teacher). He was raised in South Mississippi, not far removed from a time when folks claimed territory in unclaimed territory . Robert Benton McKnight was gifted in many categories having survived the …

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Pears in the Basement | AKA Pear Relish

  The first scary things in life cling like the contacts on my eyeballs which have been key for sight since 1966. I shiver to think what my plight would have been in another time – chair caning in a dark corner? And just for the record, such a clamp cranks up empathy for the nervous way I began life. …

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Private Art Showing | Late Summer Vegetable Minestrone

  Some might say our garage is in better shape than most. Nothing fancy, it is lined with pressed board and with a window and automatic garage door opening, it served duty in the name of rainy-day play dates, piñata bashings, roller skate trials, hopscotch and as home to an array of imaginary characters. These days besides our vehicles, it …

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Ease on Down the Road | Blueberry Breakfast Tada

Encoded in my genetic hoorah is a propensity for getting off the beaten path. As far as I can tell, despite the fact that it can double my mileage, the longer and windyer road delivers the windfall. One summer day brought proof with a pilgrimage north to Bell Buckle, Tennessee (population 453). Freelance business landed me on a sparsely traveled …