This will be Great Mam's last spring. Her last June apples. Her last fresh roasting ears from the garden.

A woman without a man -- a condition of 'manlessness' -- is defined as alone. But a single mother is less alone than the average housewife.

Once you start cooking, one thing leads to another. A new recipe is as exciting as a blind date. A new ingredient, heaven help me, is an intoxicating affair.

(on asparagus) Europeans of the Renaissance swore by it as an aphrodisiac, and the church banned it from nunneries.

This story about good food begins in a quick-stop convenience market.

Quit smoking, and observe posted speed limits. This will improve your odds of getting old enough to be wise.

Maybe life doesn't get any better than this, or any worse, and what we get is just what we're willing to find: small wonders, where they grow.