One late December evening in 1949 in Cortez, Colorado, the Wark flour mill burned to the ground. Within eight months, the Wark family had it rebuilt and back in...
I have never had success gardening. With the exception of a few tomatoes (literally a total of three over the past several years) that appeared to be of the ‘su...
Chris White is alone on the dormant lawn of The Fountains, adding fist-sized chunks of wet pecan wood to a sooty smoker. Tomorrow is rib day at the senior livin...
My eighty-year-old mother is dwarfed by our kitchen table as she half-heartedly peruses a laminated food menu. It is from the senior living apartments across t...
The following project took on several iterations. The original idea was to interview kitchen workers. The back of the house – dishwashers, prep cooks, the line....
Some three hundred miles offshore and three more above the Atlantic floor, I hear a dog barking out somewhere on the moonless November water. Every night, I a...