In this issue of Cider Press Review, winter blows in—for better or worse. In Jennifer Phillips’ “A Sort-Of Happy Holiday,” a lonely day is
This is where it all began. After far too many years in development, I am delighted to be able to bring the very first
All his life, he’s galloped at the center of the herd, pressed and protected by jolting bodies as they swept across the veldt like
Cash-strapped in China, where they want more white faces on TV, Meg stands in shorts and chef’s hat, stirring chicken in a wok. “MSG!