Raspberry Jam

When I was a teenager, summer break was just as busy as the school year. A part-time job kept me tied up for the better part of the day, but that never stopped me from going out with my dad afterward, to pick wild raspberries in the fading sunlight. No matter how tired we both were or how hot and humid the weather, we fearlessly beat back thorny vines to reap pounds upon pounds of fresh, plump berries, shimmering like red rubies in our juice-stained hands. We picked until it was too dark to