It’s all about women. It’s all about you.
By Tammie Painter
I stand half-blinded by the mesh covering my face and the sweat dripping into my eyes as hundreds of stinging insects swarm at a frightening proximity to my head. How do I get myself into these things? I blame my honey-craving sweet tooth for convincing me that keeping bees is something sane people do. Sure, […]
By Tammie Painter
My Precious. My Precious. Like a modern day version of Tolkien’s Gollum, I lurk in the basement stroking my Precious, turning it to make sure it’s happy, and angrily lashing out at anyone who dares to touch it. But this isn’t a magic ring I’m guarding. It’s my cheese. That I made myself. Yes, on […]
By Tammie Painter
The definition of volunteerism in my family generally means the person who didn’t say “No” fast enough; so, due to my slow response time a few years ago; my loved ones volunteered me to cook Thanksgiving dinner. I enjoy cooking, but my tastes steer toward curries and enchiladas, not stuffing and giblets. Also, I’d never […]
