Reading Jim Minick’s Blueberry Years
They come to fill buckets and pans, canning jars, freezer bags, pie crusts, and always, the everwaiting tongue. They come to visit and eat, to sate the hungers of loneliness and body. Though we offer only blueberries, they come wanting more. They come from the American Dream—CEOs and wealthy realtors, two kids piling out of […]