Blossom in the rock

We all want to know where we come from. My mom once told me a story about one of my great grandmothers, Leviniah Blevins, and that story has stuck with me for a long time. I feel the kinship with my great grandmothers and great grandfathers, and I have tried to honor them with words.Continue reading “Blossom in the rock”

Maine Summer

I’m very fortunate to have spent time in Maine as a child. My Mom, sister, and I would visit Aunt Betty and Uncle Dave in their amazing home in a little cove on Deer Isle. Uncle Dave was a lobster fisherman. We ate the freshest crab and lobster on the planet, gorgeously prepared by AuntContinue reading “Maine Summer”