Skip to content

The Weight of My Days

A dynamic sculpture from pennies

Random Posts

  • The cooler peopleThe cooler peopleSeptember 1, 2016
  • Day 45: The blur of timeDay 45: The blur of timeAugust 20, 2015
  • Reading the codeReading the codeOctober 27, 2015
  • Day 19: The word of the lawDay 19: The word of the lawJuly 25, 2015
  • 100 grand100 grandJune 19, 2016
  • The most lush spring everThe most lush spring everJune 10, 2016
  • Day 95: Memory gutsDay 95: Memory gutsOctober 9, 2015
  • Remembering OsamaRemembering OsamaJanuary 8, 2016
  • Day 29: A gathering in courtDay 29: A gathering in courtAugust 4, 2015
  • Room with a viewRoom with a viewJuly 12, 2016
  • Cats in the wildCats in the wildMay 2, 2016
  • Stone soupStone soupJune 28, 2016
  • Day 51: Mao’s holy cardsDay 51: Mao’s holy cardsAugust 26, 2015
  • Day 53: WaitingDay 53: WaitingAugust 28, 2015
  • Building a business around one questionBuilding a business around one questionMarch 23, 2016
  • Pictures on the mantelPictures on the mantelDecember 29, 2016
  • NewbornsNewbornsMarch 27, 2016
  • Day 83: On the windDay 83: On the windSeptember 27, 2015
  • Day 47: The elephant in the roomDay 47: The elephant in the roomAugust 22, 2015
  • Alma’s progenyAlma’s progenyJuly 5, 2016

Tag: stirfy

The interrogation

The interrogation

“And how long do you cook this part?” Ann asked. I wanted to kill her. We had decided to make stirfry for dinner, to use up the tofu and veggies. Little did I realize that this would nearly drive me over the edge. My sister, who is an excellent cook, is also a by-the-recipe cook. … read more The interrogation

Posted on December 14, 2015May 15, 2019Author LisaCategories RefractionTags Ann, brain, cooking, recovery, steps, stirfy
© Copyright 2015-2017 Lisa Schnellinger