Daily Bread in a Busy World

When the world moves a million miles a minute, masquerading morning after morning as

a life well lived, the bread on our counters gets ignored, and it begins to mold.

The earth dutifully dances around the sun, turning days into nights and weeks

into months, and the butts of the bread begin to harden. Because when this

million-mile-a-minute world is spinning so furiously in the face of fires, floods,

factions, fictions, and football games, the bread sits alone on the counter,

counting the days until the date on the bag determines doneness. So what if the navigation

of our lives looks more like an animation of appointments, screens, and dollar bills