Obstructions

I’m running late… It happens. A lot. I get up to do some work in the morning. Then I leave late for…work. I’ll drive faster.  I want to back out of the driveway. A fawn stares me down. I stop. I wait. I’ll make up the time on the back...

My Mailbox

The Teacher’s Mailroom. It’s a relic from the past. Boxes that serve as a repositories for things better ignored via email. Every once in a while the cluttered box proves its worth. I get a special treat from someone like a thank you note or a card with a...

A Little Like Christmas

There was a box from Amazon at the door. I forgot what I ordered. I opened it up. Coffee. Another one came two days later. A carrier for my lunch tin and copies of my friend’s book. Cool.  I don’t buy a lot of stuff, but when I do, I forget it’s on...

Frugal Is a Lie

I’m canning. Canning everything in sight, actually. Somehow, in the process of doing all this work, I live under the illusion that I’m saving money. It’s a lie. It’s a lie I refuse to confront as I swim up to my chin in tomatoes, wash, and get...

Have the Frankenapple if You Must

Yesterday we went to the farm and got B Grade produce. B Grade produce is the best kept secret on the planet. Some, like peaches and tomatoes, are overripe, needing to be eaten or canned immediately. Others, like eggplants and apples just don’t look good on...