I Cracked the Grandma Code with Chocolate and Rice Balls
When at first someone politely declines your chocolate or tea, try, try again—but sneakier.
When at first someone politely declines your chocolate or tea, try, try again—but sneakier.
For a year, I’ve kept my phone with me at all times (and even started sleeping with it under my pillow) so that I wouldn’t miss this call.
I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been hoping that Cora, the mousetrap queen, would be able to take care of this.
Do you feel it? It’s blinding.
I wish I didn’t have to wait months at a time to see Hannah. I wish I could have been there to congratulate Katherine on the baby. I wish I could be in two places at once: my church and house church with Luke and Lauren.
Faithful for a hundred years, faithful to me, faithful beyond me.
It was a relief to set aside my to-do list to just be.
I saw all that blank space the first time and went, “Where the hell are the rest of my words?”
I asked my boyfriend, “Are we bad protestors?”
But what this anecdote reveals to me upon reflection is not the gleeful victory of one consumer against the upcharging corporate hegemon nor a testament to my sleight of hand.