Marshmallows

Yesterday I started a fire in my writing room for the first time since we moved here. I’m a desert rat with little experience in firestarting (which in Vegas usually means flipping a switch on the wall), so I forgot to open the flue. Cue the smoke detectors! Cue the howling dog! And the fits of coughing, and the windows open letting all the heat out. Once everything had settled down and the smoke was drifting sweetly up the chimney, I sat at my desk, gathered up my pages and set them in the b...