Teaching almost broke me. Really. There was a point, right after my final lecture, where I could finally say to myself: you did it; you got through it. But then…
The Gearhead is a charmer. Not like a snake charmer, more like a snake oil salesman. He’s a person who, given a reason and a mind to do so, could…
The Gearhead collects stuff. [Gearhead edits: hence the moniker] [Wife edits: don’t you love how the Gearhead leans toward formal English when waxing eloquently about the barn? He reserves redneck…
Once in a while, over the last seventeen years or so, the Gearhead asks me to go somewhere with him. Kind of like a date. It makes me feel that…
Work/Life balance. Not so much a gentle seesaw sway, more of a spinning top. One that spins so fast it blurs the vision, the definition. At this point, it’s a…
The gearhead and I have spawned a “goes to eleven” child. [gearhead edits: 25 years ago I got that as a custom plate for the jaguar to go with the…
The other day the gearhead stood in the middle of the kitchen with an expression of worry on his face. It is rare to see the man stop moving for…
The school lunch box stares up at me with vacuous vacancy. It’s maddeningly indifferent to the anxieties it provokes. Doesn’t it understand that I’m beginning the very long (seemingly endless)…
Food by the Gearhead's Wife 