Close-Ups: Roasting a Chicken

Close-Ups: Roasting a Chicken

He chopped vegetables and slid thyme off stems, while I rubbed oil and shoved lemon into darkness. Six hours slow cooking and seven minutes kissing the broiler later, he dug the dull knife into the loose joints of our browned bird. Nauseated, I walked my ears away. (Sorry, Julia Child.)

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What do writers do all day?

What do writers do all day?

  I grew up as a competitive cheerleader. (I know what you're thinking. Do they even know how to write? Fight the stereotype and stick with me.) For almost 15 years, I traveled around the country to compete in large arenas in front of hundreds of screaming and painted fans. Our routines lasted for 2 minutes and [...]