Tag: Habits

  • Move the Knob

    Move the Knob

    We sat on an old patchwork quilt spread out on bright green summer grass. “We” included me, my daughter, and a duck. Two red plastic plates held the remnants of our bologna and cheese sandwiches, carrot sticks and puddles of ranch dressing. The duck rested in my daughter’s lap, politely declining a nibble of carrot,…