Between Two Traditions

When I was still at the office, every day, around 3 or 4 in the afternoon, my coworker would inevitably ask me what I was making for dinner that night. It didn't matter what I told her--pasta, eggs, rice--she would sigh and say: "You're such a grownup." I would laugh and ask her if she…

A Kind of Salvation

Stop trying to get it to have coffee with that guy from the CSA who works for his stepfather's law firm. The bee doesn't want to be a paralegal, Becca. Sorry, but the bee has actual dreams. -Kelly Stout ("Don't Swat at the Bee," from The New Yorker) Β  It may sound silly now, but…