On a humid, but cool afternoon at a BBQ, I found myself having a long, in-depth conversation with two near-strangers about the topic of food and books, or rather, an odd graphic novel.
I am many things - mother, wife, reader, resister, writer, generally stubborn human being. I am not, as anyone who knows me can attest, a good cook. I have never been good at the art of cookery, even when I've tried. And yet for some reason, I tried again...
I'm headed to Chicago for work. So, of course, I needed to prepare and find the best bookish places to try to squeeze in between work events! See what I discovered!
I'm a daily blogger. Really, I blog every day. I do it because I love writing and thoughts and ideas. Still it does have it's challenges. One of which is figuring out what to blog about.
If you are a metaphorical frequent flier on my blog, you know that I am a frequent flier in the skies. And this week I jetted off again. This time to Atlanta, with my book in tow as always because it's fun to take a shot or two of the city I'm visiting with it if I can...
Day 3 of our visit to San Francisco, the last full day here. Like any good day, it all started with and ended with food, with a little dance and literature between.
When I visited New York City in December, I took my book, The Travelers, along for some photo ops. No, the fact that people looked at me like a crazy person as I propped up a book in windows, subway stations and restaurants didn't discourage me from doing it again in a new location, this time San Francisco!
January 1st isn't the only time to ring in the New Year. Many cultures celebrate different New Years throughout the world. Saturday, January 28, marked the start of the Lunar New Year.
You see that big, glistening, juicy-looking bird? I can’t eat that. You see that stuffing? I can’t eat that either. That pie? Nope. So, how does a gluten free vegetarian (technically pescatarian as I will eat seafood, but try to limit it) survive Thanksgiving then, you ask? It's all about the side dishes and remembering why I did this to myself in the first place.
K.L. Kranes 