Month: July 2014


    I once read some writing guidelines that said you shouldn’t write stories about moments in time that change everything forever, because that’s boring. Never mind. Isn’t that most stories? Paris, my birthday, spring. We’ve torn through a poulet rôti in the park. And we’re all what shall we do now? Do you want to look […]


    It’s a source of much excitement to me that most of my best fruits can be turned into curds. So, when I’m not enjoying my freelance job and I have no time for a haircut and someone has vomited on my car and I feel kind of like I can’t do it anymore, I remember that […]