Road Trip

By Jodi Whisenhunt –

My husband refuses to fly in airplanes, so our every vacation is a road trip. We drive a Quest, aptly named since it has racked up many thousand miles trekking from Texas to Canada to Florida and many states in between. When we travel, a GPS navigator announces the route, but road signs guide our journey. Read more

Backrow Baptist

By Jodi Whisenhunt –

On a hill far away stood an old country church. For decades Backrow Baptist occupied a dignified position at the rear of the aging chapel. There, he faithfully attended every Sunday morning worship. He reverently sat through weekly Wednesday prayers. He joyfully witnessed amorous marriage unions. He woefully bore grave funeral farewells. Read more

Lost in Translation

By Jodi Whisenhunt –

I say to my teenager: “Work on your biology project.”

He hears: “Muwha muwha muwha muwha muwha.” The lingo of Charlie Brown’s teacher.

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Indians, Bears, and Strange Noises—Oh My!

By Jodi Whisenhunt

My family lived in the country when I was a child, on a remote mountain in West Virginia. I don’t know the acreage—didn’t occur to me to care as a little girl—but it was forested enough for my brother to terrify me with tales of ferocious bears and rogue Indians. Yes, Indians. In the 1970s.
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I Resolve To Learn How To Cook

By Jodi Whisenhunt

A few years back, my teenage niece wanted to know how to make some basic meals and asked for a few emailed suggestions. That request evolved into a spiral bound collection of 150 appetizers, entrees, desserts, and drink ideas from ten families, complete with photographs and tales of recipe origins.

Well, since my niece doesn’t eat all that much and her mom hates to cook, the book, although bound beautifully, just collects dust on their shelf. I, however, have found it to be kitchen stress relief. While several of the listings could win me a spot on “The Next Iron Chef,” here are a few that might not.

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