Theme Essay by Linda Marino
The texture was “spongy,” but it really did go with the feel of the book.
The texture was “spongy,” but it really did go with the feel of the book.
Fog obscured the houses. The scrawny, shaven-head rickshaw man sighed and hummed with the pedaling noise.
Precision or immediacy? How do writers describe the 'real' world?
Anger is the sensation of 'peppercorns in a mortar and pestle, grinding around in a circle until they finally yield and crack.'
One of my friends was disappointed that the chefs didn't cook the pig’s head and trotters.
Natalie Babbitt’s story has been on my mind all week as I sat by my mother’s bed in the nursing home.
Did I mention the small kitchen fire I started cooking mac ’n’ cheese?
I firmly believe that the effort to escape from boredom leads the human mind to all forms of creative thinking.
The fifteen-year-old American boy is an unrepentant omnivore.
Food conjures memories like nothing else.