When I was a small child (maybe three or four?) my mother asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I said I wasn’t sure. She said, “Do you want to be a mother?” and I replied, ”Oh, no! I want to do something important.” What a knife. My poor mother. I …
As I grate cheese by hand, “You know the store sells cheese that is already grated, right?” As I chop piles of vegetables for fermenting, “Why don’t you own a food processor?” As I light dozens of candles in the evening, “Why don’t you just turn on the lights?” As I mix herbs and store …
reconciling things 