Recipes for Trouble

Out with the old, in with the new…

By the time you read this, I will have met a huge literary deadline. Hopefully, I will have done my dishes, too. It’s been difficult letting go. There are real people in this book, real histories, real memories. I coddled them and held them close and polished them until they gleamed.Now, the book goes…

Recipes for Trouble

Mushroom Soup

The soulful, damp greenness of the rain forest envelopes us as Fred drives us across the bluffs of Galiano Island (in British Columbia, Canada) to Jane’s house for lunch. Fred works at Driftwood Cottages, where we’re staying for a few days. While it’s acceptable to ask for a pickup from the ferry, being chauffered…

Recipes for Trouble

Come to the Bazaar

My cousin was serving the coffee. We’d just made it through lunch without any emotional mishaps: my eighty-year-old mother, my brisk, patrician sixty-year-old cousin, and forty-something me. The clafouti was delicious, the conversation only mildly treacherous. For some reason, we’d chanced upon the notion of queer theory and though it gave my cousin a…