Fried food in my forties

Clear, liquid gold. Scent of hot peanut oil. Spatter as beer-battered fish strips are dropped in. An eruption of oily froth with each addition, then a settling into furious bubbling around each strip, like caterpillar feet on hot sand. We rarely fry food at home. The kids wanted fish sticks the other night. I moaned. … Continue reading Fried food in my forties

I used to think strengths are the things we are good at

I define a strength as an activity that strengthens you and a weakness as an activity that weakens you. — Marcus Buckingham I’ve stopped writing many times in the past because I psyched myself out. I rarely read creative nonfiction. What business do I have writing it? I read fiction. When it comes time for pleasure reading, novels … Continue reading I used to think strengths are the things we are good at