Category Archives: Missouri
He put his clippers down, walked around the chair, sat down on a bench facing me, and put his head in his hands.
I don’t use Instagram or Snapchat, I don’t work sixty-hour weeks, I don’t watch Game of Thrones.
As the game went into double-overtime (that’s a thing?), I was stress-eating a Pop-Tart when I finally realized I was being ridiculous.
For the past week and a half I’ve been staying at an extended stay hotel in St. Louis, which was not a concept I was familiar with until I booked it.
“I’m actually on a connecting flight, traveling to a corn hole tournament. It’s a pretty big deal,” the man in the seat behind me announced.
I don’t like change, and I am an anxious person. Nice to meet you.
The US eventually emerged from The Great Depression, but my grandmother did not.
If there is a silver lining to the tragedy of Ferguson, it is that official eyes have been opened to the dangers of police militarization.
But letting go of all those demands emptied me out, and the process of refilling with the right things—that’s what’s taking so much time.