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All my stories that are worth anything are based on some sort of personal metaphor. When I was eight years old a little girl went into Lake Michigan, that I was playing with, and she never came out. What a mystery it was to hear about this thing called drowning, and death. And she stayed… Continue reading Untitled

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I consider myself to be the audience I’m writing for… I think there’s an analogy to be drawn with cooking. Theoretically, why does a chef need to have a good palate?….Well, obviously, I’d rather take my chances with a chef who likes the food they’re cooking than one who doesn’t. Only the chef who likes… Continue reading Untitled