My name is Seba. And I'm a kitchen witch. This should come as a surprise to no one. My grandma taught me that food could work as a love conduit—and I’ve never forgotten the lesson.Read More
We are in the dog days of late summer down here in the Deep South. Every afternoon, there’s another heat advisory—not that we need warned. Southerners can feel the heat threatening to scream at the day after their first cup of coffee.
I reckon I’ve had small driftwood moments like this. Not yet ready to shuffle off this mortal coil, the universe has been letting me “practice.”Read More
Brain size and soul size have literally nothing to do with each other.Read More
If I did this, rebuilt a bit, it wouldn’t be quite the same. It couldn’t be for you, readers. It would have to be for me.Read More