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’Til Death do us part

’Til Death do us part

Todd Zuniga’s Literary Death Match came to town and I was lucky to be among the four combatants. The rules of engagement: Two writers square off and read for seven minutes each, of which one advances to round two. Then, two more. I read in the second, versus ultimate winner Sloan Davis of Nimrod, the Tulsa-based lit journal.

Brace yourself

Brace yourself

“He’s cute,” said Reta, about to jam her fingers in my son’s mouth. And I began to wonder for how long. Would he still be cute and 7 when the hour was up? I distracted myself by looking out the picture window, where the creek meandered through a stand of golden-leafed oaks. I said something about the scenery, leaving the orthodontics to the pros.

There’s the beef

There’s the beef

If the butcher’s shop is back, we might do well to ask where it went. Growing up, I never experienced the craftsman’s hand at the butcher block. By the time I started buying meat on my own, it was all cellophane and styrofoam.

That’s the spirit

That’s the spirit

Lastly, certainly not leastly, we sampled Mackinlay’s Rare Old Highland Malt Whisky—the malt meant to replicate the whisky Sir Ernest Henry Shackleton carried onboard the Nimrod during the British Antarctic Expedition of 1907-09.

K Syrah, syrah

K Syrah, syrah

Charles in charge: Bret Masterson and me in Charles Smith’s Walla Walla wine cellar. Photo by Cynthia Masterson. How’s this for an assignment: This Land sent me to Walla Walla, Washington, home of K Vintners (“Kung Fu Girl” Riesling) to find out why winemaker Charles Smith came to Tulsa and bared his soul (he proposed to his wife at the […]