- rmwalston
- Aug 4
- 2 min read
The two novels I've written are fiction, but like many--most?--fiction writers, I draw from life experience to create mood, scenes, and characters. There is a scene, though, in The Forager Chefs Club that goes beyond this to being nearly autobiographical. It involves fire, a mother and child, and a father's frantic race to the hospital. I was reminded of it--in a good way--during my most recent trip to my home state of Michigan.
When I was eight years old, we had a fire on Mother's Day involving our backyard hibachi grill. I won't go into details here, but several months later I walked with my parents and two sisters into the lobby of the grandest building I'd ever seen. It was the David Whitney Building in downtown Detroit, and as we walked to the elevator on the far side of the lobby I cast my gaze up, up and up along fluted pillars and gold decorative scrolling, past railings and office doors on higher floors, to arches and windows that let in beams of sunlight. I could hear the click, click, click of ladies' high heels on the marble floor and I just knew that any doctor who could afford to have an office in such a beautiful building had to be a very good doctor who could help my sister.

And that's why the pediatrician in The Forager Chefs Club is named David Whitney.
It broke my heart to see photos of the abandoned and dilapidated David Whitney Building in a book during a foraging trip to Asheville, North Carolina in 2011. That such a beautiful building had been left to decay seemed to speak volumes about the city where I was born--once so strong, the "renaissance" promised in the 1970s still not realized.
And yet.
Detroit is seeing a renaissance, and the David Whitney Building has been restored to its original glory and is now part of Marriott's Autograph Collection.
That hotel is where my husband and I stay when we're in Detroit. (Go Tigers!!)

On my most recent stay, I left a signed copy of The Forager Chefs Club in the lobby bookcase. It looks at home there.
As I say often in my novel, there are a lot of ways to forage forest-to-fork and farm-to-fork, and the foragers I depict are always careful to not take too much from any one place--harvesting while not destroying beauty and bounty. There was beauty and bounty in Detroit at one time, followed by decades of decline. I am so heartened to see my home city of Detroit (my day-TWA) truly growing and thriving again.

I'll be in Michigan in mid-August! If you're in the neighborhood, please join me for a book signing at the Island Book Store on Mackinac Island on Monday, August 11, and at the Grand Chateau Winery in Traverse City--home of the Ship of Fools white wine featured in The Forager Chefs Club--on Wednesday, August 13.
As always, I welcome foodies and others who love forest-to-fork and farm-to-fork cooking to pick up a copy of The Forager Chefs Club! I love to meet with book clubs--either in person or via Zoom--so let me know about yours!