The tomato slicer

I was reminded tonight of one of my first 'real' jobs in high school. I was one of, I don't recall exactly, perhaps ten or so locals who were selected to be sandwich artists at the very first Subway to arrive to my hometown. We were interviewed and selected amidst plywood, power tools and tarp, as the …

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Shoe scuffs

I travelled nearly halfway across the country last week to sit on the end of a wooden bench in a shoe-scuffed middle school gym alongside a dozen middle school girls basketball players. Am I crazy? I should start by being honest; while I loved the sport, I was never that good of a player. My …

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Intermission: A Monday Reflection

Excuse me while I take a short intermission from my typical farm-girl-in-the-city reflections and semi-embrassing short stories!Two of my great aunts passed away this week, one from each side of my family. Their passing contributed, in part, to what felt like an especially grounded weekend--grounded in a gritty, earthy, even laborious sort of way.I have a favorite …

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