Tag: Thanksgiving

Smell Writes the Novel, A Meander 

Everybody has a trick for entering their writing. They light candles, turn on Mozart, twirl three times counterclockwise.  Me, I cook. This is new. And it isn’t the cooking, really, it’s the smell. Seems I need the simmering of onions…

To A Troubled Writer on Thanksgiving

I’m going to keep this short so you can get back to your turkey, your pumpkin pie, your pinot noir, your attempts to ignore your racist uncle, back to the bathroom where you hide to regain your composure and your…