Tag Archives: Jessica S. Frank

Behind the Scratch-N-Win Lotto machine and underneath six cartons of Virginia Slims we consummated our 20-minute relationship in half the time. We experimented by pouring blue-raspberry Slurpees alternating with hot black coffee. I won’t get into what we did with … Continue reading →

When she talked me through my first Thanksgiving turkey I was living in a tiny rental in the north woods. It was the first time I couldn’t make it home. With the smallest turkey I’d ever seen and a telephone, … Continue reading →

The biopsy completed I go home to make Stroopwafels, and pour myself into each exacted step: let the dough rise, after bringing the ingredients together massaging the butter with a gentle circular motion a familiar touch from the last few … Continue reading →