The Tao of Agnes

/ Tracy Abell

Agnes by Tony Cochran

Suddenly my plotting abilities don’t seem so weak.  And I’m starting to think the pony-tailed Trout with her sharp editorial eye is my Ideal Reader.  I’ll keep her in mind today as I work on revisions, and just might find a way to include a legume-related accident or two.

        

10 thoughts on “The Tao of Agnes”

  1. When my son was in third grade, I cooked up a batch of 15-bean soup, which just happens to be among my favorite meals, but which he absolutely detests. When I put a bowlful in front of him (third grade, mind you), here’s what comes out of his mouth:
    “I hear my death rattle.”
    So yeah, he wasn’t my Ideal Eater.

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    • “I hear my death rattle”?!
      I’m dying right now. Bet you nearly choked on a bean hearing that!
      If only Zebu and Wildebeest were so sophisticated in their criticisms of my cooking.

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  2. When my son was in third grade, I cooked up a batch of 15-bean soup, which just happens to be among my favorite meals, but which he absolutely detests. When I put a bowlful in front of him (third grade, mind you), here’s what comes out of his mouth:

    “I hear my death rattle.”

    So yeah, he wasn’t my Ideal Eater.

    Like

  3. “I hear my death rattle”?!

    I’m dying right now. Bet you nearly choked on a bean hearing that!

    If only Zebu and Wildebeest were so sophisticated in their criticisms of my cooking.

    Like

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