Jesus in a Mixing Bowl

Elaine and Sawyer Play with Doc. Cadence Plays with Army Men. December, 2011. More than I can Imagine My daughter Elaine was four the first year we baked cinnamon rolls together for breakfast on Christmas. This year, she’s twenty-nine. Saturday night, for the twenty-fifth time, we’ll knead the dough and sprinkle the cinnamon, making pinwheels […]


Jesus in a Mixing Bowl

Elaine and Sawyer Play with Doc. Cadence Plays with Army Men. December, 2011. More than I can Imagine My daughter Elaine was four the first year we baked cinnamon rolls together for breakfast on Christmas. This year, she’s twenty-nine. Saturday night, for the twenty-fifth time, we’ll knead the dough and sprinkle the cinnamon, making pinwheels […]


Jesus in a Mixing Bowl

Elaine and Sawyer Play with Doc. Cadence Plays with Army Men. December, 2011. More than I can Imagine My daughter Elaine was four the first year we baked cinnamon rolls together for breakfast on Christmas. This year, she’s twenty-nine. Saturday night, for the twenty-fifth time, we’ll knead the dough and sprinkle the cinnamon, making pinwheels […]


The Library of Sham

  Books at our House. August, 2011. Judging by Covers Once, many years ago, I visited a new friend. As she left me in her living room while she prepared coffee, I browsed her bookshelf. Picking up a old-looking copy of War and Peace, I opened the book. Inside the dust jacket was a cookbook! […]


The Library of Sham

  Books at our House. August, 2011. Judging by Covers Once, many years ago, I visited a new friend. As she left me in her living room while she prepared coffee, I browsed her bookshelf. Picking up a old-looking copy of War and Peace, I opened the book. Inside the dust jacket was a cookbook! […]