the mingling of food, family, and life
I had known about this trip for months. Five months to be exact. Five months to pack, go to the grocery store, make carpool arrangements, buy Birthday presents. Five months to figure out why the fan on my laptop runs continuously when I use it. But here it was t-minus three days and I had yet [...]
Oh, the Fleur-de-Lis….such a regal flower. It is said to signify perfection, light, and life.Leeks…those slender stalks from the Allium family…the perfect “happy medium” between an onion and a clove of garlic.Beets of all shapes, sizes and colors. I had a quick conversation with the owner of one of my favorite Portland Farmers Market stalls, DeNoble [...]
I sit here in the shadows just out of sight like my mother did before me. There but not there. Still needed but not seen.Watching you with your friends. Linking hands with these friends as you jump unabashedly into the water. Holding handstand competitions.Saddling up to these friends on the chair lift. Laughing and singing [...]
I remember the moment distinctly. When she noticed. When she asked me about it. Back in the days when I would drive my 5-year-old daughter 30 minutes to attend a 30-minute “ballet” class and then, 30 minutes back home, all with her younger brother in tow. Back when I didn’t make things very easy on [...]
What is it about certain ages that stir our emotions? Emotions that are both jubilant at one end and sometimes bittersweet at the other. You know the ages I’m referring to….1, 5, 10, 13, 16, 18, 21, 40, 65, 100 (if we should be so lucky). My youngest little buddy just turned 5 and …
While my dear, sweet husband would prefer to remain anonymous on these here pages of “La Pomme” or at least, keep to the role of an extra…an extra, as in, one of the 70,000 in the stands of the filming of a great sports film…I do feel that there is something you should know about [...]
With Herculean effort, I was dragging the bag, filled with the remnants of my vegetable garden, up the never-ending flight of stairs and muttering to myself about what a hair-brained idea of mine it had been to put the garden back there. What kept me going; however, was knowing that my dear, sweet children were [...]
Despite its self-proclaimed “Day of Rest”, I was exhausted from the weekend. The morning was dark until way past 8am. I was sleepy. I knew that exercising would help clear my mind but I was too tired to exercise. I stared out the window as the torrential rain rammed against the side of our house. [...]
Carrie Minns, writer, photographer & mother of three, can be found sipping tea or sipping wine depending on how things are going herding & feeding the chickens here in the coop.
