Just an old dude (68), retired, widowed, and writing to create art from my grief. Have written one novel, and am revising, rewriting. A husband, father, actor, teacher, newpaper reporter, cab driver, carpenter, busboy, but writing is what I've always wanted
+ more bio informationFresh ingredients, if at all possible, are absolutely essential for any French sauce. Especially in America where chemical stews masquerade as flavorings and dried vegetables are accepted as all right, fresh must modify any additives listed in the recipe. To say nothing of herbs and spices, even fresh bay leaves if available... More..
Whenever I sip Souther Comfort, which I consider to be one of the finest liqueurs available, I always remember the time my wife and I got falling-down drunk on it. Southern Comfort is sneaky. Although it is 80 proof, the wonderful sweet, peachy taste just lulls you into thinking that it's okay to sip and sip and sip. So, her... More..
A Hole Story from a Wholly Abysmal Point of View (or POV) (An assignment for a writing class that called for details and much frivolity. Class was taken at Hollins University, Roanoke, VA.) Once upon a time, I . . . Actually, my name is Alexander, but when I refer to myself in the singular, I usually use I, or sometimes me i... More..
Millie and Me By Frederick Fuller (Published on http://www.gomestic.com/Pets/Millie-and-Me.8962) A friend of mine, an Episcopal priest, preached a sermon about how honest animals are and how animals may be closer to God than we humans. "A horse is honest in its horseness," he said, "a dog is honest in its dogness, and so for... More..
The Right Key Ed was dizzy. Fuzzy. Insulated as if his whole body was sitting in cotton. His head felt like a stone hanging from his neck. Beyond the circle of light he could see nothing. "What's happening?" He remembered going to lunch with Cedric in the afternoon. Cedric was his gay brother. "I want you to meet Sam," Cedri... More..
MY ROOT By Frederick Fuller Early one spring I saw a tree, A most beautiful maple tree with fresh, green leaves, Smelling sweet and musky like the white shoulders Of a new maiden. I plucked a leaf and put it in my heart and kept it there For seventeen years, Although I forgot about it for most of that time; Took my leaf for ... More..
Lying comfortably midst the Blue Ridge Mountains is Southwest Virginia's greatest secret, the small city of Roanoke. Small city is the best description because Roanoke is not just a small town or village; it is a thriving, energetic city with all the appurtenances of a big city: museums, art galleries, theatres, fine restaur... More..
Frederick Fuller
Roanoke, Virginia US
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