by Joanna Dindinger | Nov 25, 2019 | Stories
It’s almost Thanksgiving… a perfect time to remember, gratefully, the time I got to experience over a year ago in Europe, and recreate little tastes of those wonderful memories. Riding through the serene, golden-green hills and vineyards of Bourgogne, we...
by Joanna Dindinger | May 2, 2019 | Stories
Lamps on black posts cast shimmering light across the worn, stone streets, clusters of flowers brush by in bicycle baskets, lovely scent wafts after the well-dressed, slim people, the soft, lithe language ripples over my ears like a stream over pebbles… The...
by Joanna Dindinger | Mar 4, 2019 | Stories
Italy! My Dear Readers,It’s been a while. Mama mia. To tell you the truth, I have a number of posts almost ready, but after writing my little life story, I wasn’t sure where to go from there. Since I have a rather random collection of interests, and a...
by Joanna Dindinger | Aug 11, 2018 | Stories
The wind repeatedly knocks over the cowboy boot, set out for donations on my money table. A cowboy poetry event is planned for tonight in our tiny community; I’m one of too many volunteers. Dust stings my eyes, and whooshes through the sagebrush. Dry tumbleweeds...
by Joanna Dindinger | Jul 22, 2018 | Stories
July 1988. A month before, my birthday cake had held three, flickering candles. I nibbled the candy necklace around my neck as I sat in the front seat of the UHaul with my Pop, as my Mom and big sister followed in our brown station wagon. Loaded with homemade,...
