My formative years as a young adult were spent aware of few wines, and mostly the pink fizzy variety. Introduced to the pleasures of sweet, Italian Lambrusco by a German girlfriend, I quickly became Europe's newest fan.

In light of new hope and change in this country, I hope we may soon be able to see clearly the prejudice and food phobias that threaten to separate this country at its abdomen.

With every harvest comes new life, and this harvest has brought me a new niece named Noa, and many young wines to tend in the cellar.

Before my gradual decline into a wine cellar, I spent time hosting tastings and educating industry staff on wine appreciation and sales.

Between the debates, the stock market and credit crisis taking the fear-motivating cake these days, people are getting a little cranky.

In the beginning was chardonnay. This chardonnay begat more chardonnay, and more, and more...

After recently migrating to Napa Valley, I'm now whiling away my days in a cellar staring into tanks of fermenting wine.

Are you one of the winely challenged?