I answer that I am fifty when I am asked my age. I’m not being coy or evasive. It just hasn’t sunk in that I am fifty-three.

I feel like I am thirty, tops, if you don’t factor in appearances. I am gradually realizing that I am well into my fifth decade, and my life is more than half over (mind-boggling) and I am officially a grown-up.

In fact, some of my children are grown-ups. Two of them have jobs with benefits, and one is just starting college.

I love cooking for the most part, as long as it doesn’t make too much of a mess or take a ridiculous amount of time. And I love writing. It always takes a ridiculous amount of time, and between the two, my sons would rather me cook. Hands down.

I wrote my first cookbook in college. Never Trust A Hungry Cook was a collection of neighborhood recipes, and they were as high-fat as they were delicious. My friend Laura Evans illustrated the book.

I began a newsletter of easy, low-fat recipes after my husband had open-heart surgery at age 34. At one point I had subscribers in every state, and the Gorgeless Gourmet’s Cookbook sold 10,000 copies. My husband and I were on the cover of Woman’s World in 1996 and our story of “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade” was featured in the magazine.

My column, “Life with Ferris”, runs regularly at www.chattanoogan.com and I am a featured columnist for The Lookout Mountain Mirror. I am a member of the Chattanooga Writers Guild.

Published numerous times in The Christian Science Monitor and the Chicken Soup for the Soul series,  I write about being a mother/spouse/boomer in this wonderful world we all live in.


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