Valentine card from his parents to Dad in 1924 (he was four years old), "to our dear little Harry" On this eve of Valentine's Day, I am feeling a little guilty that I didn't send out my usual cards to friends. Life got in the way this year. The only cards I sent were to my five grandchildren. It's rare to receive a handwritten letter anymore. Emails and texts, while impersonal, are just too easy to send, ignore, and move on from. They don’t have the same impact or carry the d

Today I made a large batch of pimento cheese. A few weeks ago, I wrote that bread is love. Pimento cheese runs a close second. I make...

Bread is a gift of love. It’s personal. Mother made bread and I always think of her when I make it. She said that making bread was good...