CharcBites

I can hear my father’s disdain echo in the afterlife from a question he would never dream need answering. An electronic ignition gas fireplace to the man who built a double A-frame in Vermont with one “real one” on every level, would be sacrilege - the same man that insisted on building my character by stacking his wood piles, one cord at a time. Maybe his disdain would be warranted. Contemplating an automatic fireplace made me feel like I was giving up on myself a little - a

We smuggle them quietly into conversations like mistrustful refugees, over state lines and country borders, into friend’s houses where...

I travel to an exclusive summer conference in the West. It is as if the mountains themselves have been strategically parted to contain...