I recently led a food writing workshop called “Read It, Write It, Eat It” through Nashville Story Studio, which might not seem like that big a deal — read some passages, suggest some writing exercises, and in this case, serve some brunch. But you know how the mind works. I worried that people wouldn’t like […]Keep Reading →
Why “A Nasty Bite”?
My grandfather called her Sunshine. And when my grandmother wanted a simple meal, she called it a nasty bite. Sometimes that meant a bowl of homemade soup. Other times it meant a cup of coffee and slice of cake. But it always went beyond the meal to make a genuine moment, an experience — a nasty bite.
I write about food and life, and I love telling stories that help us see from another perspective while reminding us of our common humanity.