Ronni Lundy

That Place in the Middle

I remember an early image that landed on my desk: Dwight stretched out, lanky and pouting, across the backseat of what I assumed was an old convertible Cadillac, cowboy hat low on his forehead, boots...

By Ronni Lundy

Where the Lee Highway Goes

By Ronni Lundy

A RECIPE FOR MEMORY

My mother was an instinctive cook. Words and directions did not hold much for her. She was a keen observer. She learned to cook from watching her aunts; her grandmother, Maw; her own mother. She...

By Ronni Lundy

IN THE WAKE

An installment in our weekly series, The By and By.  It became impossible for me to jibe the romanticized South with the reality of what that war was actually about, and what it cost. And as I...

By Ronni Lundy

MUSICAL TRUTH AND BITTER BEAUTY

An installment in our weekly series, The By and By.  If you are unfamiliar with Texan Kevin Russell, the singer/songwriter and guitar, mandolin, and ukulele player who lately goes by the ...

By Ronni Lundy

THE LISTENER AND THE SONG

An installment in our weekly series, The By and By.  Music enters us unmediated by the intellect. Every other form of art goes through the brain on its way to your heart, your gut, your soul. We...

By Ronni Lundy

Twelve Things To Do With A Just Picked Heirloom Tomato

Stand in the garden where you plucked it and eat it warm, out of your hand.

By Ronni Lundy