When I was in grade school, we had a class where we’d write journal entries and our superintendent would have various students read aloud their entries to the rest of the school. The favorites were the ones written by the older kids that were obvious rip-offs of Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew mysteries, substituting the…
Operation barbacoa: two blisters and two bags of charcoal (to melt through the frost layer) and many hours later Berck is exultant about his hole. The leg of lamb is thawing in the laundry room and a stack of maguey leaves is waiting in the garage. Berck has fashioned wire handles for the pot from…
I have a superpower. I only discovered it recently, though it turns out it had been there all along. And for the longest time I thought it was my greatest weakness. I was continually chastised for it. I fought to suppress it. I sought counseling and read books on the subject. My greatest weakness is…
The following is a Facebook comment. I’m putting it here to see if I still think the same way in a few years, and Facebook is a black hole where things go to die. None of this is saying anything much I haven’t said before, but I like to go back and see what I…
Every year I plan to say something I’m grateful for each day in November, and every year I forget. So here’s a list of thirty things I’m grateful for posted on December 1. For my amazing husband who worked his butt off to get a degree and as a result was able to get a…