I’ve been saying for months now that my mother birthed me twice.  The first time was in July of 1961.  Looking at her smiling in her wedding dress I know Continue Reading →

Several weeks ago, on September 11, my friend Jill and I participated in the Loaves for Love project that the Jewish Community Center offered in conjunction with the Jewish Women’s Continue Reading →

When I first proposed the idea of having my son’s rehearsal dinner here at the farmette I imagined an intimate, cozy affair but with a guest list of nearly 50, Continue Reading →

I’ll be offering two classes at our little farmette in Holley, New York, this fall!  Spend the day in a small group setting creating beautiful loaves of bread while taking Continue Reading →

It was affirmed in me as Darrell and I traveled back in time to colonial Williamsburg that in life, as with bread, it’s often best to go by feel. Though Continue Reading →

I’ve been working on posts about our recent trip to Williamsburg, Virginia, but just like yeast needs a pause in order to come into its fullest potential, it seems I Continue Reading →

Whenever I’m kneading bread I have to pay attention to the texture of the dough.  Bagel dough has to be stiffer than the dough I use for my weekly loaf Continue Reading →

I have a long history with the Omega Institute so it wasn’t a surprise as I sat in the cafe last night listening to the thunder rumble in from the Continue Reading →

I love when I can laugh out loud at my own life.  Last Spring, I noticed the spectrum of greens that started to paint themselves on the landscape in celebration Continue Reading →

1968? This is my second Mother’s Day without my mom.  I feel her absence, not just on a physical level, but in some deeper intangible space where we were, and Continue Reading →