My Kitchen is Out to Get Me

It might seem like a harmless, cheerful little room to most. Sun pours in from the double corner windows behind the sink. The fridge gleams –except for the fingerprinty parts– and hums softly against the wall. Quaint little tiles from days gone by suggest delicious things to add to a meal: chives, thyme, rosemary, mint,…

That Sunday Feeling

I think that no matter how much a person enjoys her job, the last night of vacation brings back the same kind of dread she felt as a little kid when all the fun was over and the real world was breathing down her neck. Work is looming. Work has halitosis. Spring break is drawing…