I texted my mom and Mimi this picture and said “All I need is a full front porch and someone to talk about.” I used to look forward to the second weekend in June so I could eat the entire flat of two-bite brownies at our family reunion in Georgia…

I took the last of the deep red Florida strawberries we picked over our New Year’s trip, cut the greens off, and baked a loaf of strawberry bread. Dilly and I are watch-the-pot kinda girls… she also doubles as a quick picker-upper. I realized as I was cutting them I…

Slow-dancing steam meets rising sun rays as I place my coffee cup down. Rue intently watches what I think is a robin, a warm orange-breasted bird, flutter from one bare branch on the pecan tree to another. I’m not an early riser. I wake just in time to catch the…

Maybe this is the year I get some personal writing back up. At the tail end of 2023, I thought about how I wanted to map out this new year. I’m not one for resolutions, they’re too easy to quit and forget but I enjoy picking a word I hope…

Hi, I’m Scout Foster, a maiden Baker still trying to get used to my new last name. I married my high school sweetheart in October 2023 in a small east Texas town. Our marriage was celebrated with a mechanical bull, blow-up cow costumes, and 120 of our closest friends and…