“We’ll cut here and here and thenglide it right in,” the guy says, talkingabout the new stove he’s installing.I admire his confidence. Thingsin my world rip, stick, buckle, neverglide—more like a flap, with a hiccup,a lot of oops that don’t matter nowbecause somehow I stumbled my wayinto love that blooms in a little housewith bird... Continue Reading →