Reflections on Writing, Traveling, and Food
A storm called Jonas does not steal quietly into South Florida. It announces its presence on a Friday with strong winds and pouring rain while I type away, enjoying my usual lunch of crunchy peanut butter toast. Although I normally love the snap of the billowing canvas that reminds me of sailing on a rough
Every Saturday afternoon at 4:00pm I go to church. After church, since it is so conveniently located nearby, I drive over for an entirely different sort of worship at the altar of my favorite local food market. I vainly attempt, as I navigate the busy outdoor mall parking lot, to bite back a torrent of