Have you ever tried red baked apples with custard cream inside? You can eat them cold, and they are delicious. My mom used to make them when I was a little kid.

A single mother, I live on the edge of Hardwick Village, Vermont (pop. 1,300) in a house built a century ago for psilosis-plagued granite workers.

I’m writing this on my phone from some broke-off ridgeline, eating those depression crackers in the Chili Mac MRE. The land is scorched earth—