“Wait! What’s that?” asked seven-year-old Girl, catching a glimpse of the email I had opened on the computer tonight. “It’s just a message someone sent. But it’s time for bed; go choose your book, and then we’ll brush teeth,” I responded, ever task-minded at 8 p.m. I get profoundly more task-minded when my husband has… Continue reading All of Y’all Need to Eat More Whole Grains. ‘Ceptin’ the Poor ‘Uns. You’re Good.