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While there might not be much snow on the ground near Grub's HQ, that's not stopping us from thinking about snow or its quaintly spelled cousin the wintr'y mix. Writer Bruce Holland Rogers was thinking about snow, too, when he wrote his short story "Snow and Lemons," set on a winter's night in Budapest. Rogers' story follows Tibor as he tries to lend purpose to his retirement. His two goals--to bring pride to Hungary's younger generation, and to make his neighbor smile--prove to be more challenging than even he might have expected

December 26, 2013 | The Drum

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Thanksgiving Audio Special: Steve Macone on Shopping at Market Basket

Nothing says Thanksgiving like the trifecta of food, driving, and the car-stereo. Steve Macone's essay "Who's Walking Who" puts it all together--especially if you listen to it in this audio recording published on The Drum in October of 2011. Listen as Macone recounts his travails as he shops for the ingredients for sweet-potato pie

November 28, 2013 | The Drum

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Zip-Code Stories Deadline Tonight!

She saw something at the water's edge, and . . .

Finish this sentence and write a story totaling 500 words by 10:00 pm tonight and send it to The Drum's Zip-Code Stories project with WBUR. That's a rate of 45 words an hour, from the time your friendly correspondent is writing this post. Easy!

July 31, 2012 | The Drum

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Storytelling and the Search for Self by Abby Holtzman

Abby Holtzman just graduated from Newton North High School in Newton, Massachusetts and will be attending Swarthmore College in the fall. The Drum was fascinated by her Senior Year Project on Storytelling and the Search for Self, and asked her to write about it for us.

High School, for me, was not the greatest thing since sliced bread

July 3, 2012 | The Drum

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Audio Prompts in The Season of Open Windows

Ah, summer! The season of open windows. You’re in traffic heading to the shore, and all you can hear is the thumping bass from the car in the next lane over. You’re at your desk trying to work, but the people in the next building are holding Hawaiian Happy Hour, and the ukulele music is as loud as their shirts. You’re sitting at a sidewalk cafe to revise your latest short story, but you keep overhearing conversations from the crowds passing by.