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Somewhere along in the 1960’s, my grandmother Anna Keller bought a shinny new white Chevy Impala with red leather interior.  She saw it on the car lot and bought it right then and there.  The thing was, she had never driven a car.  It had just gotten to the point in her long independent feisty life

I noticed him in the fall of 2015.  He came to an oyster meeting and stood out from all the rest because of his interest and aptitude.  He is tall, young, cute and ready to be an oyster farmer as his main occupation.  He started working for Sharon over on Alligator Harbor and I was sad

It is true.  I have crabs.  Blue Crabs. Stone Crabs.  Some are as small as a lentil seed.  And the ones I found this weekend, hunkered down in my diploid oyster baskets were 5 inches or more when they were flailing their claws at me.  They managed to eat enough of my oysters to grow to

Florida has been in a hurricane dry spell since 2005. And then, one August day, this tropical storm seemed to be headed our way. Poorly organized, the meteorologists struggled to predict just where it might head. The forecast map looked like a child’s first drawing – squiggles on the page. We opted to take a

It is official. OysterMom is a Certified Shellfish Processor and open to sell my – or anyone else’s farmed oysters! OPEN FOR BUSINESS! Thanks to Frank and Anne Ashcroft, I have a corner behind B&B Sporting Goods at 1139 E. Tennessee Street in downtown Tallahassee in a place we fondly refer to as Oyster Alley.

Poaching of farmed raised oysters ruined an early 1900 attempt to farm oysters in the famed Apalachicola Bay. Hunters of the wild oysters found it much easier and quicker to just take from the farm and sell the oysters as their own. Imagine where FL would sit now in the world oyster market has that