The pungent package arrived without a return address, but I knew exactly where it came from. Nick Asashon has been sending me miner's garlic every year since 2016, when he mailed me the first batch and connected me to Colver, Pennsylvania, a little mining town I used to love to visit, but haven't seen since [...]
Like everybody else, I will be very happy to say goodbye to 2020, when I went the whole year without seeing my immediate family all together under one roof, even for a night; and watched people I love struggle to rebalance their relationships on solid, common ground in a brutally divisive climate; and worried every [...]
Bless me Father, for I have sinned and you might want to make yourself comfortable because this one covers several commandments. I killed the garlic. Dead. You might recall, my dad's high school friend Nick sent me a box of garlic to honor my Pap. It came from a line of garlic traced through generations [...]