It’s only seven lines. It shouldn’t be a big deal. But it means I have to stay out at night and can’t be be home for my 7pm bedtime. It means I have to stuff myself into some frumpy 1920s dress. I don’t own a dress. It means I have to wear something on my […]
Chit Happens*
I blame the food porn. If it hadn’t been for the saliva-inducing photo of those profiteroles stuffed with peaches and whipped cream and drizzled in caramelized sugar, she’d have just made a pan of brownies. I’d have made it through a lot more emails and caught up with the bills, and the kitchen wouldn’t have […]
Farmer Scrooge
I’m out with the broilers in the second field back, watching Bob as he drives the tractor from the barnyard. This is the last batch of chickens for the season. Late afternoon sun bounces off the roof as he navigates through the pastures, his big brown eyes focused on keeping the crates in the […]