The Job of Ice

St. Paul, mid-January, car to daycare,  typical sidewalk patchwork:  compacted snow, scraped concrete, shiny ice, a sharp, abbreviated  slip that doesn’t quite end  with a fall. I hate the ice, I say.  What even is the job of ice? asks my son. In summer I detailed the jobs  of worms, mosquitos, rain, bees,  convincing him […]