A weekend in the mountains
A last-minute trip to the hills reminded me why I keep lacing up my boots every autumn.
Baking, hiking, and the occasional book
A last-minute trip to the hills reminded me why I keep lacing up my boots every autumn.
After months of dense, flat loaves I finally pulled a crackling, open-crumbed boule from the oven.
The guitar had been sitting in the corner for two years; getting back to it was harder and more rewarding than I expected.
Three titles I keep recommending to friends, and why each one changed how I look at something ordinary.