“Try it.” Your mother coaxed the over-cooked broccoli toward five-year-old you, didn’t she? And you eyed that steaming pile of slime, put your hands over your mouth, and shook your head until it almost rattled off your neck. Because every child knows broccoli is disgusting, right? Even if they haven’t tried it. I experienced the […]

I have numerous options to explore on my last day as Writer's Desk Resident, but I find myself drawn to this room, this garden view, the still construction cranes, the clock tower that chimes every hour twice, the rumble of thunder over the Jura.