Picture a farmer. No, not one from the “God Made a Farmer”
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMpZ0TGjbWE]Super Bowl ad. Someone you actually
know or at least have seen in person.
The health of a marriage involves cruel revelations. When these turn up, the
moral fiber of both parties is proved by their capacity to laugh. I had been
married for a year when,
The Acropolis was locked. It hadn’t occurred to either of us that the seat of
Western culture would operate under loosely the same hours as a museum over
Thanksgiving weekend. It was
Friday morning Earth hands me a hoe. Today we will till the garden, he tells me
in Thai—which I don’t understand. But I understand the hoe. Up the hill, we go