LYNN M. DAVIS

As the year draws to a close, I find myself looking both backward and ahead. Late December carries the promise of a clean slate, a tabula rasa, as we close out the old year and move toward a new one. And yet, if you’ve lived long enough, you know there is no such thing as blank . Every breath carries memory. Every moment is shaped by what came before. We cannot help but arrive here marked. This threshold coincides with the Winter Solstice, what Margaret Atwood calls “a place

Evening Light Through a White Hydrangea I snapped this photo one beautiful summer evening. Simple. Still. Beautiful. Fleeting. I had no...

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how we learn to care for ourselves, and one another. One significant way is through food. Consider...