books

Tori's Thomas took me for several rides in his golf cart. He never ran over me. Not once.

Because Food Is the Essence of Memory

Because food is the essence of memory. During January, I think I ATE everywhere to launch Not Without My Father: One Woman's 444-Mile Walk of the Natchez Trace. Behold, a comprehensive list of where to eat if you decide to darken the Natchez Trace region. Some public. Some not. Pity for you.

Intercourses

Early in our relationship, MTM received a cookbook. Intercourses. From, ahem, someone. A visual feast, Intercourses divides the food groups into the necessities: Gnoshes proven to get a person laid.

A Recipe For Sound

Edits abound. Deadlines loom. And I want to know if I’m the only person who’s used a pot to magnify the sound of a musical device? When outdoor speakers broke...