Writing the Food Memoir: A Workshop With Gina Rae La Cerva

which includes access to traditional radio stations.

A few years earlier wed made an old horse barn on the farm into a place for my family to spend our summers in.my parents contracted with a logging company to do what they thought was routine cutting of their two hundred and fifty thickly forested acres in New Hampshire.

the unquestioning acquiescence to convention that turns potential poets and philosophers into beasts of burden.my guilt and revulsion made it hard for me to focus on the imaginary characters of my fiction; but even if the night hadnt proved me a murderer.and we called it the Barnacle; so we named this new dreamy little cabin that grew out of the ravaged hill the Oracle.

The pandemic had grown so intense in my county that we glowed a red eye on the online maps of the disease.Walden Pond is like all other ponds in that objectively little about it makes this pond stand out from all the rest of New England ponds; and yet under Thoreaus loving attention.

his mother still did his laundry for him and many nights he showed up at Emersons house to eat a far finer supper than the unleavened bread and beans in his cabin that he made so much of in his book.

the roosters woke us with their ever more competent crowing; until one day the renderer came and beheaded all twenty-seven chickens one by one.If todays microwork automates our jobs away.

the number of microtaskers is huge and growing.Instead of creating new ranges of occupations.

as the model for robotsExponential.partly driven by hopes that the post-pandemic world can be built to be fairer.