Please stop leaving your readers hanging. The other day, you performed a valuable service by using a story about truck restrictions on the Longfellow Bridge to educate your thousands of Wyoming readers that the bridge is sometimes known as the Salt and Pepper Bridge because its towers look like "spice shakers."
That's why I'm so disappointed with today's installment in your fascinating series on well off Bostonians who move to Vermont to become farmers (part 1). In it, you state the following without any explanation:
In their household, DeGuevara is the unofficial head chef while working full time as a massage therapist and a plant spirit medicine practitioner in private practice in neighboring Putney.
Say what? Plant spirit medicine practitioner? What the hell does that mean? Does she lay hands on cartons of broccoli to cure it of mold? Does she use the spirit of Brother Apple and Sister Goldenrod to heal the sick and raise the dead? Come on, we're busy people and we don't always have access to Google. Just spell it out for us (it's not that hard to do). And if you felt you had to leave out the explanation because space is a problem, surely you could have found something to trim, like, oh:
One day, over a lunch of black bean soup, corn bread, squash, fermented garlic scapes, and endive salad, Dodd announces, "The problem with pasta is it's too delicious."
Pasta? How can its deliciousness be a problem?
I mean, who doesn't know that the problem with pasta is its deliciousness? Duh!