Last week, I drove home to Ohio: twelve hours from Boston to Columbus, snow-covered New England trees giving way to long stretches of farmland. I never thought I would be homesick for Ohio until I left it. For years, I vowed to get out, convinced that a life-affirming epiphany would occur if I ...
Eating The Boxcar Children: Beef Stew
My favorite game to play when I was a kid was homeless. I realize how terrible that sounds, but in my defense I lived in the suburbs. I didn't have a lot going on. Also, I was eight. I put peanut butter sandwiches in a bundle with a flashlight and my Tamagotchi (you know, the ...
Calpurnia’s Crackling Bread from To Kill A Mockingbird
As a child, I wrote short stories with long, drawn-out descriptions of food. This would have been forgivable had I written the rest of the story in the same amount of detail. Apparently, plot was never particularly important. This uneven focus has continued into my adult life. Seeing a commercial or ...
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