My Personal Creative Nonfiction
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Twelfth Summer
A childhood friend texted me recently to ask a question. When we were twelve, her father took the two of us to an Osmond Brothers concert in Baltimore. Did I remember the date that we went to that concert? I remembered. The date has stayed with me over the intervening decades. I replied to her Continue reading
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Greens
In her later years, my Aunt Hazel could be observed on summer evenings pacing back and forth across her suburban front lawn eyeing the ground. Amid the standard lawn grass in her unruly yard were a host of edible infiltrators: lamb’s quarter, dandelion leaves, and what she called redroot greens. She picked them as she Continue reading
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Enough
I move into an old house in Ypsilanti and winter there, braving sub-zero temperatures only to drive to and from work. The rest of the time I’m in bed, swaddling myself in a wool blanket through the twilight days of a Michigan January, shielding myself from the house’s drafts and chills. Chills haunt me through Continue reading
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Update on 25,000 Words by April Challenge
I’m surprised and happy to report that I surpassed my writing goal last week! My university was on its spring break, so I did not have classes. I could work from home. That allowed me to devote time first thing each morning to writing 1000 words. One day I wrote over 2000 words. My total Continue reading
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Not that Kind of Food Writer
I didn’t attend a culinary institute. I haven’t cooked in any of New York’s finest restaurants. I haven’t eaten at any of them, either. I can’t drop the names of any famous chefs and tell stories about my experiences with them. I can’t say that I was sexually harassed or humiliated or lauded by any Continue reading
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Bread
I was six years old when I first tasted homemade bread. In the hills of Western Maryland, in a cramped kitchen with outdated appliances and faded wallpaper, my grandmother filled Mason jars with fruit preserves, pickles, tomatoes, and green beans. She grew salad greens in her tiny backyard and baked her own cakes and pies. Continue reading
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