I went into the grocery store, against my better judgement after going to the gym this afternoon.
Sweaty and tired, but in need of a chocolate milk, I quickly found my milk and was at the front counter. 507 more words
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Grace at meals, that lovely habit of pausing to thank the Generosity who made the plants and fruits, the beasts of the earth and the birds of the sky and the fish of the sea–“Even the macaroni?”” asks my daughter, and I say unto her, Yea, even the macaroni, and also the Cheerios, and the cheese crackers, and the gingersnaps, for these foods have sustained her like no others, even ye fruits and plants, of which she has cautiously partaken in nibbles that would mortify a mouse.