by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from Poosey.
I think I may be Oriental-ly challenged. I’ve tried for years to use chopsticks. I sit with a group of friends at an Eastern restaurant, watch them pick up the little sticks of perdition and peck away at their food as if they were born with two slivers of wood in their hands. Meanwhile I stab along with my fork. Small children pick