ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Five years ago if someone asked me where I’d be today, I don’t know what I would have said. But I wouldn’t have said writing in the woods. The Writers’ Colony at Dairy Hollow might have been my answer if I played a game of eenie-meenie-miney-moe with multiple choice answers. In my mind, any place with “colony” attached to it was highly sketchy. A colony involved hippie living, pot growing, and Kum Ba Yah singing.
Or lepers.
Lepers lived in colonies, didn’t they?Continue Reading
I swear I don’t fry very often, but it may seem like I do since I recently reposted my fried green tomato recipe on Facebook, and now THIS… Fried Patty Pan Squash.
I made fried patty pan squash for lunch yesterday because a) well, I had some, and b) who doesn’t love fried squash?
If you don’t, don’t tell me…Continue Reading
It’s true. I have a thing for Tarzan. We go way back. As a kid I never missed a Saturday afternoon Tarzan movie, especially when Johnny Weissmuller played the part. He was legit . A hero. A survivor. He was one with the jungle and rode an elephant like nobody’s business.
But that didn’t happen.Continue Reading
