Home is a damaged word, bruisable as fruit, in the cruel glossaries of the language I choose to describe the… — Pat Conroy

Stories have always hunted me down, jumped out at me from the shadows, stalked me and sought me out, grabbed me by the shirtsleeves, and demanded my full attention. I’ve led a life chock-full of stories, and I know now that you have to be shifty and vigilant and ready to receive their incoming fire.

My passion for eating springs from a childhood not deprived of food but deprived of good food.