A Pinch of Herbs
A Pinch of Herbs—Mustard
Legend goes it was the World Series in 1986, when the Red Sox lost to the New York Mets, that drove Barry Levenson to do
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Recipes
Mr. Jones’s World Famous Pizza
Friday night is pizza night and has been for our lifetime. Back in the late 60s and 70s, it was pizza from Papa Felice’s on
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A Pinch of Herbs
A Pinch of Herbs—Basil
Frigid, record lows (-25˚ in Dayton!), slush, freezing rain, flooding, sleet, and those sloshy, grey, black-crusted piles of old snow that are utterly depressing. Ready
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Nonfiction
My First Summer as an International, Top-Secret Spy
I was a mean kid. I thought everyone was studying, practicing to be top-secret spies, as I was, so, I was naturally suspicious of everyone around me, even those close to my age.
Her name was Maudie and she was draped in Sarah Coventry jewelry. Her mother sold it in their own living room back in Toronto. Chunky gold-plated rhinestone and fake turquoise rings, bracelets made of a tiger eye glass cabochons, and an enormous perfectly symmetrical lime green pansy brooch.
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Nonfiction
Coffee Shop Didactics
Over the years, I’ve heard a kaleidoscope of versions of this myth—yes, myth, one that’s right up there with the idea that says all writers must live in dingy attic garrets and drink cheap red wine incessantly although, frankly, sometimes a nice, quiet garret and even awful wine sound wonderful after a day of trying to get words to do what you want.
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Nonfiction
Going Places, Who Knows Where?
The mouth of the Piscataqua River in Portsmouth empties into the nearby Atlantic Ocean. When I lived in this beautiful New England town, I spent many hours at the pier in Prescott Park on the edge of the Strawberry Banke, where the first area white settlers came.
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