Dear Groundhog,

I think you made a grave mistake.

The blackish form you noticed on the ground this morning was not your shadow. Someone must have spilled something—a too-early celebratory beer? Bad Starbucks spewed in disgust, or a Diet Pepsi ejected from the nose because someone told the perfect groundhog joke?

Or perhaps your eyes, […]

Dear Potato Salad,

I don’t know how you do it.

Over the course of my thirty-odd years, I have lip-smacked many potato salads. The golden bowls were ever-present at every family gathering and reunion. Church potlucks, grocery store deli cases, funky little restaurants—each venue specialized in a certain type of potato salad and I tried […]