As we both trundled near what was likely our last decade, I asked him to make a round breakfast table for me. He could no longer grip the woodworking tools . . .
Tag Archives: Food
“O Canada”
A scant 24 hours ago, we had been in a foreign country, although it is difficult to call Nova Scotia a “foreign country.”
Preserving Marshall
I stood in the breakfast cereal aisle at Publix. I fingered a bag of Kodak multi-vitamin, hi-protein granola
Leftovers
I pulled open the refrigerator door and looked over the remains of Thanksgiving dinner.
