Back to Natchez

Natchez whispers to me in my sleep. Come home. Come home. It is a town time forgot, barely peeking out from the 1850s when it…

Sweet potato pie

My friend, Jessica, and I often discuss food at the Daily’s where I get my Diet Coke refills. As she’s ringing me up, we discuss…

Blue Apron

I have no idea why I’ve lost such track of time. October 24 to November 5. What in the hell was I doing that I…