They say the secret to entrepreneurship is to find a need and fill it. That’s why, when I moved here many years ago and was looking...

One recent day the sun was shining—for once!—and I was trotting around the Four Fields track chanting under my breath: And we run because...

Let me tell you about my colonoscopy. Ha ha. Not really. I just couldn’t resist the line. Sucks you in, doesn’t it? Like after that, what...

There is a saying that everyone you meet has something to teach you. I collect sayings like that, in just the same way I read...

I dug this vintage BLA up when I thought The Planet's garden columnist, master gardener Ann Bartlett, whom The Planet esteems and honors...

So. I’m a year older. Again! Don’t wish me happy birthday. It’s been several weeks ago by now—this rag keeps me busy!—and anyway I am...

I had this epiphany the other day when I was walking the dogs: At my house our habit on weekday afternoons, when one of us is working at...

My late mother once insulted the way I dressed, saying: “You wear all those tight clothes, trying to look sexy.” (Mothers say things like...

This is a Bob's Little Acre about potatoes that I wrote while, as is manifestly evident, still sore from a visit to England in 2005. It's...

Photo: Shot from one of a million endless Mardi Gras parades, 2013. It's Mardi Gras Tuesday. And I am not enjoying it! I have a nasty...

Editor's Note: This Bob's Little Acre is from 2013. It turned up this morning in my Facebook Memories, and I thought I'd post it here...

It’s been an odd year for the garden. It’s been an odd year to be me. But I figure what the hell, I still got tomatoes. The tomato thing...

Friday lunch was a disaster. Lunch at my house means salad. That's life! A fat girl lives here. On occasions of special indulgence it...

It's tax time, I'm one civic meeting and God knows how many hard nooz events behind, criminal trials start next week and all I really...

Editor's Note: I had a depressing Monday yesterday and found myself flapping my invisible fairy wings to adjust my attitude. Which...

Editor's Note; Rifling through the files The Planet found this vintage Bob's little Acre and could not resist rerunning it because it was...

Since January, the garlic cloves in my kitchen have been shouting, "I want to live!" I've been letting them. They send forth shoots so...

Do you know how it feels when you're in love? When no matter how big the crowd, there's no one in the room but the two of you? When it...

Despite the drooling grout that has kept the soil drone-buy this long sot hummer, I'm sappy to hay that I've harvested funs of 'tude...

Editor's Note: Since this was written, the mean cat who used to crouch menacingly on top of the freezer has gone to his reward. Another...

Yesterday, while I was trying to sell ads in The Dade Planet, I ran into a business owner who didn't know who I was but who told me the...

Mary in New Orleans, showing Ninth Ward children how to plant a raised bed. It’s summer and I just made my first batch of pickles of the...

Looking through my archives, I found this Bob's Little Acre that introduces the cooking avatar "Chef Guevara," which I am now using as...

Peace, man. We have always wanted to say that. It’s what the hippies used to say when they handed you a daisy or stuck a carnation into...

In case you haven't noticed, beleaguered by technical challenges you don't, trust me, want to hear about, your humble narrator has been...

In 2005, I launched Bob’s Little Acre—“A Gardening Column. Sort of”­­­­—with the idea of writing a funny gardening feature. I failed...