America turned 250 last month, and I’ve been thinking a lot about the people we celebrate and exult in this country, especially those on our money and those carved into a mountain. The individuals that we think made an accomplishment so huge, we are willing to look over the fact that they were indeed terrible… Continue reading My Own Private Rushmore
Category: I Notice, I Wonder
When I Don’t Know What to Say, I Think of A Tree
There is something to be said, though I’m not sure what words to choose,about a slab of ground beef, serenely laid beneath a tree,outside the doctor’s officeyou rush intofor your husband’s appointment.
Stefanie Wielkopolan 