So, as you may have noticed, I’m relaunching the website. Part of this is because many of the things that I used to write about just aren’t part of my day-to-day life. They say that writing is cathartic, and indeed it is. Without my friends and my various outlets, I know that I wouldn’t be…
Joey Cooks: Maple Bacon
“This whole office smells like a Cracker Barrel” my co-worker said after I brought in some of this maple bacon for us this morning. It’s one of the simplest things to make and yet it is so sinfully good. Harris Teeter had a sale on Smithfield Bacon (buy 2, get 3 free) so I found…
Joey Tries: barkTHINS
Welcome to my new blog post section Joey Tries! In this section of my blog I will be reviewing various products that I’ve either purchased myself or been asked to try by the manufacturer or organization. I promise to always tell you whether I was sent the sample, or purchased it myself. Many of the…
Joey Cooks: Boston Butt
Welcome to Joey Cooks! In this new segment of my blog, I’ll be writing about some of my cooking (mis)adventures. Shorty Hulk calls me a “scratch cook” – basically, I tend to look through the cupboards, look through my recipes, look through the dark and dusky corners of my scattered mind (which is scary, trust…
This Magic Moment
We met almost a year ago. The first time we met, we wouldn’t stop grinning at each other. We had the worst sushi waiter ever. He did the whole stretch-yawn-arm thing and I impatiently asked him if he was going to kiss me. He then did this voiceover thing that was something like “if I kiss…
The Tragedy of Happiness
“I miss your posts.” a friend told me recently. “You just don’t seem to post so much.” It’s true. I think as a rule it was easier to think of things to say and lessons learned when life was full of awkward online dating stories, sorrowful recalling of past relationship wrongs, and hopeful beginnings. I’m…
It’s Beginning to Feel a Lot Like Christmas
Today I sent out Christmas cards. This may not seem like a big thing to you, but to me it is monumental. There was a time in my life where I was the Queen of Christmas – where I had my Christmas letter written, printed, folded and sent by the day after Thanksgiving. My house…
The Verger
“Imagine what you could be, if only . . . “ When I was in junior high, we were assigned to read the short story THE VERGER by W. Somerset Maugham. You can read the full version here: http://www.sinden.org/verger.html The shorter version: Albert Edward Foreman was the verger (lay person) of St. Peter’s in Neville…
The Bureau of Happiness
It was just a drawer. But he offered it to me with such openness and excitement that I got overwhelmed. Never before had I been offered space in someone else’s haven. I had asked for it several times – and been first offered a corner here or there to stash some stuff, and eventually been…