Monthly Archives: July 2017
by Erin Koster | Jul 31, 2017
And if I’m being honest, moving home does feel like a failure. I went out into the big wide world with a suitcase and a dream and came back empty-handed.
by Jenna Griffin | Jul 30, 2017
Though they stay with us in a way, miracles do pass. The mountain disappeared almost as quickly as it had come, the sun set quicker than we imagined it would, and we had far to go in darkness.
by India Daniels | Jul 29, 2017
I’ve come to appreciate this about Haruko. When I would rather stick to polite smiles and communication mediated by Shiki, she speaks Japanese at me and throws in English words, gestures, and images until I understand.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Jul 28, 2017
I decided on aura photography because it is decently priced, comes with tangible evidence, and reminds me of Tapenga from Boy Meets World.
by Brad Zwiers | Jul 27, 2017
An hour before Hamilton, we marched circles around the theater, trying to hold off seeing the Hamilton marquee (not Lafayette) till the exact right moment.
by Nick Meekhof | Jul 26, 2017
The Pine required constant vigilance and dexterity; every second taken to observe bald eagles or apply sunscreen came with a price: frantic paddling and overcorrection.
by Lauren (Boersma) Harris | Jul 24, 2017
My encounter with “The Whole Truth” Diet taught me a lot more about my habits and relationship with reality.
by Julia LaPlaca | Jul 23, 2017
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.
by Matt Medendorp | Jul 22, 2017
“Oh,” she adds, almost as an afterthought, “Your mouth will start to tingle and go numb after a few sips. Don’t panic, that’s just a harmless side effect.”
by Andrew Orlebeke | Jul 21, 2017
LOCATION: Seattle, WA
TIME ELAPSED: 4:27
OBJECTIVE: Gather information, determine daily movements of subject
by Gabe Gunnink | Jul 20, 2017
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.
by Mary Margaret Healy | Jul 19, 2017
Born in April of 1925, my dad turned ninety-two years old this year. My dad lived through The Great Depression and World War II.
by Ben DeVries | Jul 18, 2017
The cheese cube relish, while very much not my thing, had a sort of melt-away pickle flavor that was not wholly unpleasant.
by Geneva Langeland | Jul 17, 2017
Some ground rules: I’ve committed to collecting every piece of trashable, recyclable, or compostable waste I generate for a full week.
by Andrew Knot | Jul 16, 2017
In the US, wearing sweatpants to the grocery store is an act of conformity. In Germany as in many other countries on the continent, it’s an act of rebellion.
by Cassie Westrate | Jul 15, 2017
I come to a dead end and turn around in defeat. I have officially walked every visible path I can find in this park, and the T. rex is nowhere to be found. I begin walking back.
by Catherine Kramer | Jul 13, 2017
According to Google, there are twelve independent bookstores in upper Manhattan, the section of the city I call home.
by Abby Zwart | Jul 12, 2017
As I start reading and cooking, I realize that I have no idea what “barefoot contessa” means.
by Elaine Schnabel | Jul 11, 2017
Lucky for me, The Hot Room was offering a free event at a local park last week.
by Katie Van Zanen | Jul 10, 2017
I am not sure how to accurately convey the unpleasantness of this experience. There was no part of my body that went gentle into that good night.
by Bart Tocci | Jul 9, 2017
It started like any romance—I gave her a coupon for thirty percent off, then my credit card number and address, known allergies, social security number, and blood type.
by Paul Menn | Jul 8, 2017
Faced with the incontrovertible decay of my body, I did what any aging millennial does—turn to the pseudoscience of the age and go on a cleanse.
by Caroline (Higgins) Nyczak | Jul 7, 2017
After I signed a waiver that confirmed I wouldn’t sue Equinox if I died on the treadmill or passed out because I saw Blake Lively, we entered the immaculate studio.
by Josh deLacy | Jul 6, 2017
Will cried when the sentences turned to me. “I’m just going to say one thing,” he said, and he had to stop for a while. “Because you’ll know what I mean by it,” and he had to stop again.
by Alissa Anderson | Jul 5, 2017
The bottom line, though, is that I failed at this assignment.
by Ben Rietema | Jul 4, 2017
To get something straight, eating the same thing is boring as all hell. I gained a measure of satisfaction from it, of course, or else I wouldn’t have done it.
by Meg Schmidt | Jul 3, 2017
A few weeks ago, Grandma fell in her bedroom. She pulled a bookcase down on top of her, breaking several ribs and pushing her further down “the road” than she had been before.
by Jacob Schepers | Jul 2, 2017
My first meal off the plane, jet-lagged as I was, consisted of No. 1 Grange Road’s “Haggis, Neeps, and Tatties Tower.”
by Katerina Parsons | Jul 1, 2017
I set a few rules—my “day” on the bus would last eight hours, but would include walking to, from, and between buses.
