Jan 28
8 min read
HUMOR
Chocolate Dipped Cynicism
My first theft
We were a health-food family when I was growing up. The snacks were made of wheat and dust and the drinks had only the sugar our mouths brought to the cup, sugar left over from holidays and the bitter crystallization of our hope and happiness.
At relatives’ houses, I’d watch as this or that cousin opened their snack cupboard and…
