Sugar

It was his turn to make the tea, but to sweeten the deal, my beloved spouse, the Carpenter, delivered not only a hot cup of black tea, but two tiny white powdered sugar donuts. Is it wrong that my first thought was, “What has he done wrong?”

‘Not my problem’

If only life’s troubles were so easily dismissed. We long ago ran out of digits counting the number of times that people seemed indifferent to the plight of others. “Not my problem,” many would say.