For about a dozen years now, I have cooked Christmas dinner for Mr. and Mrs. Claus. It is a small intimate affair, just the two of them,...

Look at him! Staring into the pot, stroking his goatee with his right hand - his left hand placed on the small of his back. I saw that...

“Ink” Andrea Atchison knew it would be hard. The “it” was her father’s story, the one he always told between Christmas and New Year’s....

(a Ronnie Atchison story) “Come children. Let’s gather round. Let me tell you about the most amazing job interview I ever had. Yes, yes,...

I have always been suspicious of Friedrich Nietzsche, more now than when I was in school. Nietzsche was mad from syphilis by the age of...

Santa Fe I had never felt air like that before - thin, but not clean. It felt like a soft invisible dust on my face. I thought about the...

Dusk had settled in on rue Beaubien as I shuffled through the fresh snow. I was heading into my restaurant to inspect the veal stock I...

Ricky “How did I get here?” The ever-hopeful rhetorical question. Somehow, we always hope the ‘here’ will be a better place than the last...