One chapter a day, written before the world wakes up.

The author writes daily in the place where her grandmother cooked.

After falling down to the bottom in the city, the author moved back to the farmhouse on Plum Hill to write one of her own in public, one chapter at a time. What began as a morning ritual because a daily serial read by thousands: past memoir, part small town almanac, part love letter to a woman who hid letters in a recipe box.