It’s nothing new to say our sense of smell is an expressway to memory. One whiff of black pavement on a hot day, and I am at Six Flags in the heat of summer during the late ’70’s. My dad worked a mile or two away, so he would drop my sisters and me off for the …
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Revising Frank’s Story
I have a short story in my repertoire right now, which I call “Frank.” It’s been sent out several times and returned just as many. I like Frank. His story sticks with me. He’s a character who came out of the first novel I attempted, and though I didn’t like him much in the beginning (he …