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Jan Flanders (Etiquette)

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Ashley's Advice On Living Right

So you know I have a Prada handbag, right? So maybe I’m not the best person to answer this question, but I’m going to take a stab at it. As Christians, I think we’re all called to different places in life. Not all of us are meant to be in the mission fields of say…Calcutta. And I have to thank God for that, because I’d never make it. Which I’m afraid to even say for fear He’ll want me to go!

Jan Flanders (Etiquette)

Fiction Etiquette with a Southern Twist Twisted Southern

Good mornin’, students. Once again we gather in this ancient, hallowed hall to ponder the Sacred Laws of Fiction Etiquette. Ah am so glad to see each and every one of you takin’ your responsibilities in this regard seriously. But make no mistake. After last month’s debacle, in which human body parts were, if not mentioned, at the very least vulgarly hinted at, Ah do not ever care to revisit that subject or any related to it in any way. Is that clear, or do Ah need to come back there and explain mah point in a way you are guaranteed to comprehend?

Real Life Is Stranger

A Most Unsavory Culinary Novel

Hungry? Ready for a tasty piece of fiction? That’s the kind of reader you’re looking for if you plan to write a culinary novel. Just don’t try to write one about Raymundo Flores of Brooklyn, New York.

The culinary novel is an interesting creation, and not one we’re all qualified to serve. The author must keep the story’s momentum going, while she intersperses appropriate recipes between delectable plot twists and juicy character traits.

So let’s consider our given ingredients. Our hero, Raymundo, forty, is down and out and thrilled to land the position...

Confession Corner

The Confessional Tries Its Hand At Writing—or Does It?

This is a lucrative corner to be a talking confessional. I’ve kept my rates low (where else can you get anything for a buck?), and business has been good. Readers, writers, book people of every ilk pass this way eventually, needing to unburden the woes of entanglement with the literary business. The knowledge absorbed through the very fabric of this confessional has enlightened my already heightened sense of awareness of the inherent misery of the literati.

Dr. Jim

Greetings, dear readers!

This month’s column addresses someone who seems to be experiencing the well-known yet rarely treated malady AGD—Artistic Grandiosity Disorder.

Dear Dr. Jim,

I’m not sure I should even be writing to you; goodness knows I have more important things to do. But at the insistent urgings of my family and friends (all of whom seem somewhat delusional lately), I am taking a very few minutes of my precious time to contact you.