a good mushroom When I was growing up you could not have paid me enough money to eat a mushroom; this never dissuaded my mom from trying. She made beef stroganoff as part of the dinner entrée rotation, and evidently the recipe called for slimy little canned mushrooms. The sensorial outrage going on inside my … Continue reading Sunday Photo Essay: Mushrooms Are Good and Other Truths
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Letters Home: A Memorial Day Reflection
Dad handed me an ancient stationery box stuffed with letters a few years ago, written by my granddad on the eve of and during his WWII tour of duty. "Thought you'd get a kick out of this," he quipped, as he often does whenever he passes down more family artifacts. He was right about that. Some were addressed … Continue reading Letters Home: A Memorial Day Reflection
