I. The Alliance, the last of the war frigates, bound tight to the dock by the tie-lines, held fast and creaked against the sharp chop off the harbor. A brackish mix of brown-white froth assailed her starboard. The thick ropes... Continue Reading →
This has not been the easiest post-election week. I predicted a Hillary blow-out, for whatever that's worth now. And as the Democratic Party -- and the nation -- goes through a sort of reckoning, so too am I going through my... Continue Reading →
I've been involved in politics and campaigns for a long time now. Hillary Clinton is going to be a remarkable president. I think she is being underestimated right now, which is fine. But she has spent a lifetime shaping domestic and global policy. She understands the levers of power probably better than anyone preparing to lead the free world. This is nothing but a benefit to America. And that's a great reason to vote for her.
Look, I love food. And I love Southern food. But fried chicken will be my Holy Grail. It will be my Everest, my going to be my ongoing experiment. It's going to take a little while to perfect, but when I get it right, I'll know.
For reasons I'm not even sure I remember, I volunteered to coach Finn's T-ball team. But those reasons don't matter, because I had so much fun. I think Finn, did, too.
Sure, even a mediocre chef can make pancakes. But for me, pancakes represent something a little more complicated than a some batter and a hot griddle. They are a part of the family. They are deeply ingrained in my history, my consciousness. Pancakes are in my DNA.
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