In case you ever wondered how I feel about bananas, I wrote about it.
When your childhood bedroom overlooks acres of corn, it stays with you. You can grow up, leave the farm, move to the city and put 31 years between you and the corn fields, but you can't entirely leave them. Corn, it turns out, stays in your blood. Such are my thoughts this morning as I … Continue reading Corny
Change: It's hard. Especially when you have to learn how to operate a whole new coffee maker.