Pickin’ at the Ritz

It’s our annual family reunion potluck at a sprawling park it’s been at for decades; fit with two playgrounds, a broken-down water feature I’d play in as a kid, BBQs, and cedar siding picnic areas. I enjoyed observing the customs and norms of my family today. “Is she a mushroom picker yet?” Evelyn’s eyeing theContinue reading “Pickin’ at the Ritz”