Category Archives: Grand Rapids
The mystery began in middle school. Up until then, as far as I can tell, I was farting like the rest of them.
Milwaukee will always have my heart, but Grand Rapids tugs at it this morning, hard.
It was glorious. We started slow, but accelerated into more and more swings and twirls. The best dances are the ones with strange guys who happened to be very good dancers.
This week, I decided to spend a day allowing society (a.k.a. the internet) to tell me exactly how I should be a man. For one day I would dress, drink, and spend my time how the cyber arbiters of masculinity determined.
But that Saturday, while I was still in bed, I got another call from my mom. I knew from her first word the reason she was calling. Very early that morning, my grandfather had died in his sleep. I wept.
I wonder, sometimes, if you feel forgotten. After all, I did not become an English professor, as I once thought I might.
One of our neighbors is a nosy elderly lady named Linda. I love Linda.
Will Montei made me feel infinitely better about moving to college and leaving everyone behind, simply because no matter how sad and alone I felt, at least I wasn’t him.
Christmas is always the musk of dusty angel robes and glow of Christmas tree lights on the hardwood floor. Easter, however, is rarely the same twice.