Clock Works
As my 101 year old grandmother transitions between living situations, she found herself giving away some of her most carefully curated possessions. At some point in the last forty-six years I (apparently, though unintentionally) impressed upon her that my (genuine) interest in her cuckoo clock, the same clock that hung…
Cast Iron Convinced-ish
After nearly nineteen years of marriage, I’d like to think I’ve learned something about not just my own spouse, but about being married in general. One of those lessons is that a good spouse is one who can keep the other in check, balanced, and grounded. And vice versa, of…
One Hundred (Incredible) Years
I found myself in a local drugstore this weekend, standing in the greeting card aisle, picking out a birthday card. The selection was limited. Limited, not because the store was lacking in birthday cards, but because there was only one option with the correct age number printed on the front:…
A Gift of Bread
Since the pandemic began I’ve been baking a lot of sourdough. In fact, on my way home over a year ago from my last day in the office and even as we transitioned into working-from-home mode, I stopped at the grocery store and restocked my flour supply. Then as I…