Gravestones and a Wedding Dress.

Tonight (cue Halloween music -- so, I guess, Monster Mash?), on this, the advent of All-Hallows-Eve, I am attempting a feat few women before me have achieved. Among the costumed revelers of the West Hollywood Halloween Carnaval, I will attempt the most daring, most dangerous, most balls-to-the-wall display of fiery rebellion. I will cast down my…

My market’s older than your market…

This is one of my boasting points about Lancaster: downtown's Central Market. The oldest farmers' market in America. I had visited as a kid, way before my food-cabulary included words like "organic", "local", and "grass-fed". I grew up, like most of my friends, with things like "corn syrup", "transfat" and "roll-up". In 4th grade, before I…