Cooking Up A Storm
One day my husband left the country, and a squall blew in, unearthing resentments and loneliness. The only hope for me and the kids was to cook our way out of it.
One day my husband left the country, and a squall blew in, unearthing resentments and loneliness. The only hope for me and the kids was to cook our way out of it.
Our family drive from the west coast to the east coast of Tasmania had me singing the praises of its natural wonders. Yet, I also discovered that much of it could disappear unless we humans face the music on how our lives affect the world around us.
Fight or a little flight? My family and I wondered how to best settle differences during a vacation in Tasmania.