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Black Market Dumbbells
There’s a shortage of dumbbells. Here’s a list of things I never thought I would care about: Dumbbells. A shortage of dumbbells. How to acquire dumbbells on the black market.
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Honey and Mustard (Not Honey Mustard)
I don’t like honey mustard, but I love honey mixed with mustard. (Ask my husband.)
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5 Things to Consider When You Think You Can’t Do It
It’s possible you’re already doing it, whatever your it is. Or that you’ve already done it in some past variation. It’s a matter of continuing to do the hard thing you thought you could never do. Breathing always helps. Find someone who reminds you how to take deep breaths when it feels like you’re sucking…
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How I Ruined the Magic of the Mail
A seemingly innocent email from the United States Postal Service when we moved: Do you want to sign up for Informed Delivery? Sure, I thought, it will be nice to know what’s coming.
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Gardening in the Rain
In case you’re wondering, our garden is still growing weeds. I’m learning that this is how it goes (so they say): you pull the weeds, they’re gone; then the weeds grow back, and you’re down in the dirt again.
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Saving a Hummingbird
The two best friends know this already, in fact, they’ve had more than 60 years of learning that there are things you just can’t plan for, like how many days you’ll spend playing nurse after the other recovers from surgery, for instance, but this one, well, this one is a new one: spending the day…
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I Want to Become the Friend Who Remembers Birthdays
Every month, I hope that I will wake up changed, a new woman, suddenly transformed into the thoughtful person I want to be—the friend who remembers birthdays. It’s sort of like how every day, my cat climbs on the back of my reclining zero gravity chair on my porch. And every day, she hopes that…
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The Power of the Vacuum
Today she gets to decide: push the vacuum up and down, or side to side? How does she want it to turn out? It’s entirely up to her.
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Finding Comfort in a Familiar Family Recipe
My mom suggests we make poop cookies, a family name for chocolate oatmeal no-bakes. I agree, give her a slight smile and a “Yeah” (the best I have to offer right now). It’s a hard week (a hard month) (a hard year). She’s inside my kitchen pantry taking inventory of what’s in stock in our…
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The Art of Grocery Lists
“Why are you using a good Sharpie pen to write a grocery list?” my husband asks. “Because I like how it writes,” I say.
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Ashley Fenker 