I remember being a teenager, leaning across my dresser towards its large mirror and studying my face, wondering if I was beautiful or not. It was an indecent hope, and I faithfully dashed it whenever I could.
They spoke a language that smelled of horsehair
and tasted of apple butter and red beet eggs
Despite growing up within driving distance of Amish Country, I never expected to see the Amish as a source of tech-savvy guidance.