Moments of hope: Finding respite in stories and soil these days

Did anyone watch the Super Bowl two weeks ago? I admit, I only watched in spurts, finding the crowd noise was triggering my anxiety about my ever-growing, never-shrinking to-do list.

Somewhere before halftime, Theresa came to the kitchen, where I was working, her iPad in hand. “You’ve got to see this,” she said, pulling up what turned out to be the long form of the Lay’s potato chips ad, Last Harvest. I am a sucker…