You can see it in the logarithmic whorl of a nautilus. The milky iridescence of an abalone. The spiked turret of a queen conch. Precision, elegance, strength. The seashell is a consonance of form and ...

There is a joyful chaos this time of year that I’ve finally learned to embrace. A big part of the mayhem is that it’s nearly impossible to predict who will be around for dinner.