Bluegrass and the Random Wonderful
I tend to avoid crowds successfully enough that I forget how being in one can so easily restore my optimism. One of the best things about San Francisco is Hardly […]
Category Archives: growing up midwestern
it happened just this way
I’m not your tomboy or your tiny dancer either.
The first person to call me a tomboy was Cathy Lidisky. “Me and Sandy are tomboys, aren’t we?” she said, as if sure of my agreement. We were in sixth […]
Memphis
As I entered the grocery store, wrapped in my thoughts, I heard a voice, shaky with age. “Can you help a brother out?” I had seen him as I […]
Full Moon Fever
Well, it’s been an interesting two days. It wasn’t cancer after all, and something the surgeon was happy to remove in his office, giving me a good prognosis even without […]
The Bad Guy
I’m always the bad guy!, you’d scream, veins bulging at your temples plus the one in the middle of your forehead, the one that looked like a snake writhing just […]
Aw, Sheet!
Today I bought some ingredients to make a cake. Not a box of cake mix, but actual ingredients. I’m not a scratch snob – I’m sure cake mix tastes fine […]
I Can See Your iPod Playlist and I am Quietly Judging You
If you sit or stand next to me on the bus, in line at the grocery store, or at the gym, I will try to peek at your iPod playlist. […]
The Best Time of Year
It’s that time of year again; for me, the best time. The air has that ineffable quality, a sort of crystal clarity that opens your chest and pins the flaps […]
Tattoo You
When I was in my twenties I wanted to get a tattoo. Just something small, like a heart or a rose on my bikini line. “If you get a tattoo, […]
Carrying the Weight of the World
“God, if I ever look like that, shoot me,” you said. We were sitting at the new S’barro’s at the mall, taking a break from shopping for a dress. You […]
