Category Archives: A Thanksgiving Story

Catch It: Proof Coffee Roasters

Posted on November 22, 2018 by W.D. Moore

In a mood for coffee instead of cooking, yesterday, I entered Proof Coffee Roasters in the West Harlem neighborhood at 2286 7th Avenue, New York, NY 10030. Right away, one immediately senses the warm and cozy atmosphere of bright lights, … Continue reading →

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Catch It: Sweet Potato Pie at Auntie Sarah’s

Posted on November 26, 2014 by W.D. Moore

Last summer, I visited my Auntie Sarah’s house in Atlanta, Georgia, and I noticed three Sweet Potato Pies on the mahogany dining table. No special occasion, she likes making pies for her family, friends, and unexpected travelers—like me. While my … Continue reading →

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Catch It: Maison Harlem

Posted on November 21, 2012 by W.D. Moore

The first time, my friend Amanda and I met in a creative writing class some years ago, we became fast friends, and so, when she telephoned one afternoon and said, “I have some good news, let’s get together for dinner—my … Continue reading →

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Catch It: Ana’s Thanksgiving Chicken Soup

Posted on November 24, 2011 by W.D. Moore

Once, when I felt I was catching the flu, I could not move my body—I listened for a long time at the steady sound of rain.  Somehow, I managed to telephone my friend Ana, and asked if she would make … Continue reading →

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CATCH IT: A THANKSGIVING SHORT STORY:PRIMEBURGER

Posted on November 28, 2010 by W.D. Moore

PRIMEBURGER: Something happened to me and I hope it will happen to you.  An adventure I had more than ten years ago—a rediscovery I found a few days ago. But of course, every bistro has its own flare, every bar … Continue reading →

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