My mother had beautiful hands. They were larger than life with a heart to match. Never manicured or lavished with jewels, my mother’s hands were soothing – always radiating warmth, compassion, and generosity. She had an intuitive way of knowing how to comfort with a...
Over the years, I have collected more cookbooks than my bookshelves can possibly hold. I absolutely love my books, and although I have yet to try all the recipes, they fill me with an endless source of inspiration. Give me a new cookbook or a great novel on a lazy...
Snow capped trees and crisp winter days are what I dream about in the weeks leading up to Christmas. While it’s pretty much guaranteed that we won’t have a White Christmas in Dubai, the smell of fresh pine lingers throughout the house, courtesy of our majestically...