Sheils Writes

It was another line at the post office on a gray December Friday afternoon. An elderly lady holding a box, says “I don’t need to send this priority” and removes the tape on her old box. I say “yeah it’ll get there eventually”. She says, “they’re just Christmas cookies for my grandsons”. I say, “oh, how nice”. She says, “their mom doesn’t bake.” (Awkward silence). I say, “there’s nothing like grandma’s cookies”. Then I’m called to the counter.