Why Martha Saved Five Hundred Paper Receipts From Her Weekly Grocery Trips

and a loaf of rye bread.

My blue plastic shopping basket sat on the metal shelf, its cracked handle biting into my palm while I waited for the green light on the register screen.

The overhead fluorescent lights hummed their low, steady tune, and the smell of the fresh Tuesday morning floor wax was thick in the air.

I slid the milk over the glass window,continue reading …