I grew up in Brooklyn, where migrating birds meant pigeons visiting from New Jersey. I have no patience for standing around and staring at branches, trying to see something I’m not going to be able to identify.

– from “A Bird in Hand

About

Edie Jarolim has worn many hats, not counting the sombrero she donned on a certain one-margarita-too-many night. She got a Ph.D. in American literature from New York University (which explains the occasional literary allusion in her restaurant reviews); worked as a senior editor for Frommers and Fodor’s travel guides (not simultaneously); and translated guidebooks from British to American English in the London office of Rough Guides (proof that the U.S. and England are indeed separated by a common tongue). After moving to Tucson, Arizona, in the early 1990s, she became a freelance writer, editor, and slave to her dog, Frankie.

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