Cooking is Therapy for the Writers’ Class

Let’s face it. We who write do nothing all day long. That is unless you consider mud wrestling with demons, chain-smoking, day drinking, chatting up shop clerks, and beating down majestic mountains of towering doubt to squeeze out 2 good pages – something! I suspect that is why I cook. Consider the ingredients for this

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Dropping Them Off Takes Me Straight Back to College

My boys are gone! Shipped off to Ithaca and University of Vermont, leaving me alone in my Brooklyn apartment on a late-August night, with my thoughts, a whisky and a plate of steak tartare. I dropped Ben yesterday for his senior year – a fact that I am yet to fathom. He was a camp

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