You might not know this, but there’s a crazy woman living in my head.
The crazy woman wants to control everything. She wants everything in neat little boxes. She wants a to-do list. She wants six calendars that all sync to one device. She wants clean floors and manicured nails and crisp clean lines. The crazy woman wants perfection. Continue reading
Helen, the 90 year old woman I have been helping out, and I are wandering the farmstand. Her exquisite palate is very picky and ever since moving out of her beloved New York, there’s an added bitterness. No apples because dentures, she’s tired of bananas, she has strawberries and I hope to god she’ll go for her staple yogurt, a bit of protein or whatever. I’m scanning vegetables and ask, “Beets?” Continue reading
