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33 result(s) for "Jio, Sarah"
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Blackberry winter : a novel
Seattle, 1933. Vera Ray kisses her three-year-old son good night and reluctantly leaves for work on the night shift. In the morning, a heavy snow is falling. Vera rushes home to wake her son, but his bed is empty.
Where the Wild Ones Go
In Serena Burdick’s new novel, a home for wayward girls looms large.
What's life without flavor?
Every morning in the weeks that followed, I'd dip my spoon into my bowl of cereal or my yogurt parfait and confront a new wave of sadness. There's nothing like missing your sense of taste to make you really long for the deliciously comforting foods you've eaten a million times before: that bite of chocolate in the late afternoon that gets you through the seemingly endless hour before dinnertime, tangy goat cheese on a warm baguette. There are taste buds all over the mouth, not just on the tongue, so I'm still able to taste to a small degree. [...]on New Year's Day, I'll watch my kids eat their fish and chips and relish in their enjoyment.