Phoenix, the Backyard Chicken

The dog sitter expected me to save the chicken. What would she think of me if I didn’t? What would my brother think of me if I did? I went back and forth. I could save the chicken for the dog sitter so she thinks I am a good person OR let the chicken die so my brother doesn’t think I am crazy.

Peppers, Peas and Rain

I understand how she feels, the need for the right ingredients. For me it was often about health, the thought that one thing could make a difference. Like the article that linked rice with arsenic from soil in Texas and Louisiana. I’d be standing in the rice aisle, squinting without my glasses, looking for the source of where the rice was grown. Sometimes it was listed. If it was the arsenic soil. I’d scrap my plan for dinner. Stuck in aisle three.