Low on Wood (That’s What She Said)

I look at the pile. Dwindling. I have one more day. I’m obsessing. Must…get…more…wood. My husband said, “Let it burn out. It’s the end of March.” That’s not how I roll. Years in restaurants—I stock and rotate. Years in teaching—I plan weeks ahead. I’ll be out of wood...

Planning for This Year’s Death Toll

Daylight savings time. An antiquated system that keeps kids from going to bed at night–it’s still light out–and gives every single Yankee farmer more time to plant potatoes. Apparently no one can plant potatoes earlier in the day. Daylight savings...