My twenty-one month old daughter and I were grocery shopping yesterday.  We came to a glass case lined with rotisserie chickens.  I took a chicken, put it in the cart, and saw that my daughter was staring at the skewered chickens spinning in the rotisserie.  I hugged her and said “chickens.”  She turned, looked at me, said “uh-uh”, and patted her chest–her gesture of worry.  I looked at the turning chickens again, this time, without the blinds, I saw, instantly, what she saw.  A Gary Larson-esque cartoon popped into my head: humans in BBQ sauce, silent and skewered, rotating in unison in a rotisserie made of stainless steel. 

I talked with Vermont Public Radio’s Neal Charnoff about FIREWIFE.  For the link, click Events above and choose Interviews.