How Not to Get a Job

I looked up when she came in the door, this girl in her twenties wearing jeans and an old tee shirt, blond hair pulled back in a messy pony tail. “Can I help you?” I asked, thinking I sounded like a stereotypical sales girl. “Uh, yeah.” She leaned forward against the...

Of Food Scales and Treadmills

It’s beautiful out — a clear, blue, bird-filled day.  A light breeze teases the undropped leaves still clinging to their branches, and sun has conquered snow in all but the most shadowed corners of every lawn. It’s also cold enough to freeze the hind...
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