I took the news of the passing of Rod McKuen with a lump of sadness. The hero poet of my coming-of-age years left a mark on my heart. His scratchy voice came through the stillness of a dorm room urging me to listen to the warm, to lean in to that wandering spirit, to dream of dandelion days. He spoke …
>Where I’m From
> “Where I’m From” I am from endless sky, long hot summers, Rainbow bread and rabbit-eared television. From Nehi orange and cinnamon rolls hot from the oven. I am from a cracker box house, gray-shingled, single bathroom, and three sisters giggling as the breeze riffles the bedroom curtains. From prairie grass bent in the wind, horny toads, and rainbows after …
>CAFE SPECIAL OF THE WEEK – Ice Cold Watermelon
>July already. I don’t know about you, but summer in the South means it’s too hot to even think about firing up the cook top or turning on the oven. We’d much rather be fanning ourselves on the patio or packing up for a family picnic. And no righteous picnic in the South is complete without a sweet wedge of …