If I had to choose one small appliance that has stood out for my entire life, it would have to be the toaster oven. There have been many in my life, and though each has its own legacy, one in particular stands out for me. One year at Christmastime, Dad bought a brand new toaster… Continue reading A Very Short Story About a Toaster Oven
I wish I could be with you on Mother's Day, but as it works sometimes, time and distance are not with us this weekend. From my living room eleven hours away, I am thinking of you in your home of the past year and a half, a home we never intended. No one ever does.… Continue reading To My Mom, Who is Far Away, On Mother’s Day
Within a day or two, they were starting to come around. The first one here was Johnny, coming to pick up his son Noah, whom I had taken home from his soccer game. “Where is it?” he asked. You might think that no one could possible miss a dumpster sitting in the middle of a… Continue reading The Day of the Dumpster, Part II
I was recently cleaning out my garage and came across a folder containing pieces that my daughter had written for her seventh grade writing portfolio. I took a quick break to thumb through them and came upon this poem: The Dumpster I’ll always remember the day I wanted to play In the dumpster all day.… Continue reading The DumpsterVerse
Hearken, if you will, back to the vacuum story. One day in my parents’ house, the vacuum zombie invasion finally came to a head. Looking around the house, I counted a wet vac, a canister vac, three used uprights, a handheld steam vac, two handheld regular vacs, two upright steam vacs, and a brand new… Continue reading The Ever Present Conundrum of the Thing That Still Works
We’ve all been there. We have decided to do a clean-out. We are knee deep in drawers, closets, and cabinets, and we are feeling weak. Suddenly, something catches our eye. It’s a piece of a vacuum, an old can of paint, an umbrella stand. Suddenly we are overwhelmed by anxiety. Do I keep it or… Continue reading How a Potato Masher Becomes a Nemesis
I remember the day my father produced the brand new red Kirby vacuum. In true Dad fashion, when he would decide to purchase a new rather than used appliance, it had to be among the best, even though he must have known that in our house, it would be only a matter of weeks or maybe months until… Continue reading Dirt Sucking or Life-Sucking?