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

had turned the color of rust. The air inside the Oak Creek supermarket smelled of floor wax and the damp, sweet scent of bruised apples near the entrance. I held my blue plastic shopping basket by its cracked handle, my fingers tracing the worn edge where the plastic had split. My grey fleece cardigan kept out the draft from the dairy cases, the worn continue reading …