Category Archives: Food

The bright red and green cover caught my eye: The Poet’s Cookbook: Recipes from Tuscany. Here’s my paean to Italian food and the Italian language: “Fritto Misto di Verdure” is on pages 57-58 in the food issue of Superpresent. Que … Continue reading →

Recessive traits are known to skip a generation or more—like red hair and twins and a love of lobster. I like lobster–who doesn’t?–but my mother and my daughter shared a passion for the clawed critters. My “Lobster Legacy” was published … Continue reading →

Onions, oranges, olives, & other observations on round food & the letter O: read “Orbs and Orts” in FEED lit mag.

Once again, food becomes the trigger for memories and the impetus for writing. My micro-essay duo, “Comfort Food” and “Three Rs” found the perfect home at Apple in the Dark, a new online literary journal.

As we wait in line, he eyes the trays people carry past us, with bursting burritos, tantalizing tacos, cheesy chile rellenos and quesadillas. “This is my kind of place,” he says. Lunch with the witty and wise life and food … Continue reading →

Chicken is meat, right? So I’ll never know why people so often ask if I eat it when I declare myself a fish-eating vegetarian. That and other observations are the essence of my essay “Pescatarian,” recently published in Miracle Monocle. … Continue reading →

A remote workshop on etymology (thanks, Natasha!), several enticing online words of the day, and last summer’s quarantine-induced backyard bird study combined to inspire “When Words Were Birds.” I’m delighted that it’s found a home with the literary journal Parhelion, … Continue reading →

Eating has presented challenges for everyone this past year and has been one of the biggest topics of conversation. I seized the opportunity to write about it, and my abecedarium “Quesadillas in Quarantine” is recently published in the national literary … Continue reading →

Today’s Thursday, and tonight I’ll have pizza, as I have on alternate Thursdays throughout the age of Covid; and that’s what I wrote about–more or less–in a single-sentence mind gush that muses and fuses on the way things are and … Continue reading →