You know the recipe by heart and you move through the preparations as usual. You grab the red onion and slice through its textured flesh with a practiced hand. You begin the quick business of cutting rings or dicing squares, and your eyes begin to burn, to tear uncontrollably, and you’re caught off guard. So […]
Never on Sunday
Is Sunday your quiet day? Your catch-up day? Your day for domestic duties or family gatherings? Is it a day for rest? Not around here. Sunday comes and I step over teenage bodies – boy bodies – and the count seems to be the same as it was last evening. An excellent sign. All those […]