There’s a moment of pure, unadulterated joy that happens when you bite into the perfect apple fritter at Greenbush Bakery in ...
Whenever someone finds out I’ve written a novel, I am invariably asked one question: “Why do you write?” That question has always struck me as odd. It’s like asking me why I breathe.
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