Jodi Lea Stewart

Loving and Writing About the Southwest and the South

*All grammatical errors intentional* 1933. December 24, 7:30 p.m. If I wanted Doodles to sleep warm as buttered biscuits, I’d have to do some more quilt tucking. I pressed it in good and tight all along her side and under her chin. There. Now she wouldn’t shiver in her sleep or roll off to the…

3 cups all-purpose flour 2 cups sugar 2 tsp. baking powder 1 tsp. baking soda 3 tsp. cinnamon 1 tsp. ground ginger 1 tsp. ground nutmeg ½ tsp. salt 1 cup chopped pecans 1-1/4 cup cooking oil 2 tsp. vanilla 1 1-lb. crushed pineapple & juice. (I like the sweetened vs. packed-in-juice pineapple for this…

At times, my writing focus is about as clear as swamp water. Sometimes I inadvertently go on a writing sabbatical. Things get in the way. When the “match” goes out, it’s like getting a D.C. politician to tell the truth challenging to restart the flame. For example, recently: There I sat. Alone in my office. Staring. Staring some…