When I was a senior in high school, my adored English teacher took me to the Bread Loaf Young Writers' Conference in Middlebury, Vermont. I don't even really remember entering anything, or applying in any formal way. I suppose I must have, but I honestly don't remember that part at all.
Voice Mail Archives
Past editions of Voice Mail, Beth Dunn's newsletter on writing and voice.
Eat Me: Nested Eggs
This week at the Farm Stand, Jess was kind enough to bestow on me one dozen fresh eggs, which quite honestly made me quake with desire.
Eat Me: Veggie Stock
I've got a bright and sunny breakfast recipe for you that I'm going to spell out to you in excruciating detail in just a moment. It's just perfect for Sunday morning, which for me is the day after I pick up my fresh produce at Jess's Farm Stand and so everything is still bursting eagerly out of the refrigerator, yearning -- yearning I say -- to be eaten.
The Greens of Summer
Folks, it's summertime on Cape Cod. And I'm going to be honest here: I much prefer fall. And winter. And yeah, okay, spring.
Geek Parade
The Trouble With Happily Ever After
Banksy
Eminent Georgian Whackos
Ripped from the actual biography of a highly prominent 19th century American figure. Yes, one you have definitely heard of.
Night Swimming
OMG Cravats Represent
Well knock me down. Looks like I'm not the only one with a little fetish for a good looking man in a cravat.