We Have a Book, Not a Baby: the Romance of Foodie Writers on Maui
“You always did like a fairytale.” That’s what my mother sighed as I told her about meeting James back in August of 2005. [If this sounds odd, it isn’t. My mother has always been a fan of I-had-to-eat-my-own-arm-to-survive stories. For instance, she thinks it’s kind of funny — ironic is probably a better word — […]