A Late Starter Dawdling Through Life
My phone started ringing just as I had a mind-melding code breakthrough, and I couldn’t pick up. If I’d recognized the number, maybe it would have been different, but after a quick glance, I turned right back to the screen. … Continued
Five minutes to midnight on Christmas Eve. After downing half a dozen spiked eggnogs, I woke up from a nice doze and yawned, my mouth wider than a pelican’s beak chugging a menhaden. I was groggy, but hey, it was … Continued
The grocery clerk dragged one bag after another across the barcode reader. With each beep, the display jumped the total upwards. Three dollars more, five dollars, a buck ninety-nine. Despite all of my promises, I knew I’d overdone it again. … Continued
I was the first one to take hold of the sacred chalice, a beautiful gold cup with ornate filigree and crosses, lots of crosses. Deacon Tom had handed it to me. He wiped the rim first with a sacred wiping … Continued
For years, I bought only organic produce. I was willing to go into debt for organic hothouse tomatoes, take out microloans for fair trade strawberries, and hock my electric guitar for framboises biologiques, aka, organic raspberries. My annual produce budget … Continued