week twenty: never not a novice

Forget super speed, or super strength. Forget invisibility, agility or telepathy. There was a time in my life (let's call that time yesterday) when, if given a choice of superpowers, I would have chosen super intelligence. And not just smart, but a few hairs shy of god-like omniscience. Why? Because I've always hated being a... Continue Reading →

week sixteen: tin chef

Sometimes I imagine standing up in front of an AA style meeting and announcing My name is Tracy. I'm Italian and I can't cook. As a teenager, I'd sit at my grandmother's dining room table and flip through the paper while she stood a few feet away stirring up a delicious pasta sauce or frying... Continue Reading →

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