When Writers Choke on Olives

Someday, I can write about this. That’s what I thought as I flopped around like a gagging rag doll in my husband’s arms as he performed the Heimlich maneuver-ish to dislodge the olive pit stuck in my throat. In the first five minutes of a dinner party. In a posh corner of downtown Toronto. In a penthouse apartment.

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