says my mother-in-law, who is staying with us for five weeks. She smiles over her
veggie lasagna—chunks of cottage cheese, dry carrots, and frozen broccoli parts. Dig
in, dig in. And there are these sardines she bought,
presumably an ingredient for dinner tomorrow night. They are just lying there in my
pantry, dead and salted. Waiting to be eaten, probably for years.
God said He would never give us more than we can bear. Do you hear me, God?
Cottage cheese. Sardines. Here.
Mom called to ask
what she could get rid of.
I told her everything.