Author Archives: Rachel Yecco

Preparing for Thanksgiving always revolves around one thing, food. How many meats can we stuff with more meat? Are six different kinds of stuffing enough? How about twelve different casseroles? Does each dessert have some kind of pumpkin in it? … Continue reading →

I’ve been a lot of things in the last two week. I’ve been elbows deep in a thirty pound bag of sugar, hard of hearing due to airborne frosting that found its way into my ear drums, and totally thrilled … Continue reading →

I’ve encountered many white elephants in my day, you know the thing no one will talk about, but what everyone knows is there. That pretty young blonde with the full-on mustache and beard duo. My roughly 392-year-old poetry professor who … Continue reading →

Understanding Under a Crab Apple Tree by Melissa Krenek                   The stench of musk filled the air as fans of paper moved around fat necks.  Mouths were propped open either panting or praying, … Continue reading →

Long before a time where 10-year old girls straightened their hair, wore make-up, had cell phones, or knew what Dior, Chanel, or Louis Vuitton were, existed the 1990’s. A time where I was a lot younger, chubbier, frizzier, and poorly … Continue reading →

When I attempt to explain to my friends the premise of Happy Birthday, Little Witch by Deborah Hautzig, also known as the book of my youth, it sounds a little something like this: “There’s a witch, and it’s her birthday … Continue reading →

First things first, I know I haven’t been posting much lately, but alas, the coffee demand at Starbucks is high and so are my hours. I’m not complaining though. How do you think I pay to keep this blog up … Continue reading →

Sometimes, a cheesecake comes along and it brings a tear to your eye. This is that cheesecake. Pumpkin cheesecake. I ate every bite of this cheesecake with an obnoxious smug on my face. I couldn’t wipe it off even if … Continue reading →

Cell by Rachel Yecco  To my right, I have a pile of written complaints and to my left, a computer containing e-mailed complaints from the last 9 hours. And they need to get filed! My life is a cell. even … Continue reading →

I’ve noticed a trend during my October readings. A majority of scary stories take place in Massachusetts. Fact. Maybe that’s why I’m so inclined to visit there. The Devil and Tom Walker by Washington Irving takes place in Massachusetts hub, … Continue reading →