“Are you alright?” The Gearhead had just turned toward me as I pulled the front door closed. We were leaving to go to a friend’s house for dinner. He had…
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 