"Give a Piece a Chance." — Books. Blog. Pie Classes. And a Pinch of Activism.
I just returned to Terlingua after ten days in Los Angeles. Ten very loud, traffic-filled, stress-inducing days. How did I ever love that city so much? How did I ever tolerate the extreme density of population, housing and cars? How did I ever manage to stay calm and kind in the midst of such aggressive … Read more
This past weekend was my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary. I had planned to bake a banana cream pie for the family celebration – as banana cream is the pie my mom made that prompted my dad to propose to her 50 years ago – but I was too tired to bake. I had just driven … Read more
Yesterday was my birthday so I gathered up a few new friends here in Terlingua and threw a little party. Instead of cake I made pie. And instead of champagne, my dad (who was brave enough to come visit in spite of my tarantula pictures) made his famous martinis. Pie and martinis. What a combo. … Read more
If THIS isn’t a sign that I am meant to stay right where I am, I don’t know what is. Could it also be a message indicating the future location of the Pot ‘O Gold Pie Shop?!Or, wait. Am I in such a state of Texas-inspired nirvana the prism of light is actually radiating out … Read more
Driving back from the swimming hole on Sunday – where I had spent the afternoon with some new friends seeking refuge from the 108 degree day – we stopped at a small ranch to drop off a borrowed water jug. I had noticed the ranch before, a tidy hillside homestead with a nicely painted sign … Read more
Yesterday I went to visit a new friend (and now that I have rented a house here, I can also call her a neighbor) — Cynthia Hood, the yoga teacher who lives a mile down the road. (She and her husband are building a beautiful new yoga studio, which I hope they don’t finish too … Read more
Today I made my pie debut in Terlingua and it was a great success! I baked a peach pie and two apple pies for the coffee house at La Posada Milagro. In a town of this size (pop. 200) word spreads fast like good gossip and as soon as the store window opened the customers … Read more
When I loaded up my Mini Cooper and drove from LA to Texas I didn’t know how long I would stay. A week, maybe two. That’s what happens here. One writer friend said she moved from New York City to Marfa to stay for two months. That was three years ago and she’s still in … Read more