WHAT DOES PEA SOUP HAVE TO DO WITH WRITING?

It’s a soup day. Well, okay, it’s 76 degrees outside on this August morning in Chapel Hill but it’s dark and dreary. The sound of the rain hitting the roof makes me think of soup. Thoughts of the warm aroma of Grandma’s bean soup and the sweet, earthy taste of Mom’s chicken soup, made with the … Continue reading WHAT DOES PEA SOUP HAVE TO DO WITH WRITING?