Communist Russia, milk, bread and Meijer are no match for family bonds

Today, for the first time in my life, I stepped inside a Meijer.

This is a fairly significant deal since, for well over a decade, I have refused to enter the megastore. I have had my reasons, which might not have been “good” or “sensible,” but they were my reasons, which were good enough for me.

So why had I never entered a Meijer?

Two words: Jason Newkirk.

Converse and caviar: A fancy name for a simple shoe

I’m equally clueless when it comes to colors and fancy foods.

This proved to be a fashion problem last week when I purchased a pair of slip-on Chuck Taylors that looked navy indoors but appeared black when outside. The label proved to be of no use since the listed color was “caviar,” a food product that isn’t typically served at the gatherings I attend.