A Writer's Journal

Through The Glass Darkly

January 15, 2021

It’s happening again. Everyone is stocking thier cabinets up again. This time it is just in case the transition goes badly and we are locked down under martial law. So it was a long 10 hour day, but a customer made a mask with baby yoda on it, and that was just very thoughtful and just made my day. I think that my younger customers will like that too.

January 8, 2021

I see a lot of the same customers all the time. I have a unique window into people’s lives ringing up their groceries every week. I have a customer who always buys pudding, and a customer who buys flowers for her partner every friday, and many customers who shop for their parents or neighborhood that can’t come out because of the pandemic. The new customers I see a lot these days are instacart shoppers. We had them before the pandemic, but nowdays I see them a lot. A lot of them work with their kids or they work in groups and they shop at all kinds of stores. I don’t think there is a lot of money in it, but I can’t help but think how resilient people are to do that kind of job. No matter what people figure out a way to make it.


January 6, 2021

Still rewriting, but I’m doing it here because if I don’t, I will get sucked into the hulu/Netflix/OMG THE NEWS IS INSANE ZONE

And yes I get all my news and weather from customers before I get off work 

Ode to the wayward blueberries


As the blueberries spilled onto the floor, I thought, oh how the lost run free. Into the wild rushing as if they were fearless, no risks, or it doesn’t matter because if it’s all fixed anyway remember, thinking maybe we can change the world.

But that is not what happened, the world changed you, squashed flat, and not even your stain remains. But the soldiers death does not stop you. Tomorrow you will be back with new recruits and this time perhaps you will breakthrough.

You need to stop, but we both know you can’t do that. Can you?


And your memory lingers in every generation lost, spilling underfoot and crushed.


Lost to time


And then what