by me | Mar 2, 2021 | city living, current events, Humor, Memoir, Quirky Richmond, Richmond VA, Uncategorized, writing
Been volunteering with the Medical Reserve Corps in Virginia for a month or so and I have developed a specialty in parking lot management. Until I’m fully vaccinated I’m happier working outside anyway and it has been an upper seeing happy and relieved...
by me | Dec 10, 2020 | city living, food, Holidays, Richmond VA, Uncategorized
I used to do a December holiday gift guide back when I was doing Real Richmond Food Tours, focused on Richmond, not surprisingly. Now that I’m a free agent, I still want to plug local, well-loved businesses, and now that my daughter’s Richmond, VA-based...
by me | Oct 25, 2014 | city living, current events, food, Quirky Richmond, REAL RICHMOND, Richmond VA, Travel, writing
So it’s been a while. And the alliteration keeps coming. Even when actual thoughts do not. But I have been thinking about you, blog, just haven’t had any thoughts that aren’t Fire, Flour & Fork-related, coming up Oct. 30th-Nov. 2nd, 2014, so I...
by me | Apr 24, 2014 | business, city living, current events, food, Humor, Quirky Richmond, REAL RICHMOND, Richmond VA, Travel, writing, writing for children
I don’t pretend to be a food writer though I have tweeted more than 12,000 times and most have involved either putting food or my foot in my mouth or putting words together halfway wittily which is different from half-witted. Then there’s my...
by me | Feb 19, 2014 | city living, current events, Family, Humor
One of the perks of having one’s mother move in with one is to have it confirmed–by the movers at least–that though my birth order makes me the third, in fact, I’m #1. Swear on my mother’s storage unit that this is what came out of the...
by me | Jan 8, 2014 | city living, current non-events, Family, food, Holidays, Humor, Richmond VA, writing
I found the fountain of youth last month, but I’m not interested in partaking of it again. It was at a Catholic church here in town during Advent. Almost as soon as I walked in the door with my 81-year-old mother, I felt transported back to...
