Family Saga: A Bad Time to Laugh
About 12 seconds into the performance, I look down, and that is when I notice that I never changed out of my flip-flops. Ari’s in a suit and tie; I’m in my mid-twenties mélange of tight, stretchy, lacy black; Em’s in a long black dress. But my feet are ready for the beach.
Cleonice Archives: Shellfish Notes from Crystal River
“I am absolutely not going in here to eat.” I am usually a great food researcher, but I had made a terrible mistake, and now we were parked outside an enormous deserted mall in Crystal River, Florida (population 3,108). Looking up at the old bricks and the huge K-Mart sign, my fantasies of fried oysters and jambalaya began to drift away. I was starving, but my survival instinct would not permit this.