First Date Formula from an Armchair Anthropologist
Ann walked him the ten minutes to his apartment in the opposite direction of hers—chivalry isn’t dead, folks.
Forks on the Road
When we pass the Toyota with someone eating a chicken sandwich all wrapped up in white paper, I throw up my hands.
“Is the whole Midwest eating something but us?”
My Imagination Runs Wild (Or: Mom, the Manawa Dam Collapsed and I’m Thinking About Grief Again)
A trickle becomes a torrent; a drop in a bucket becomes a catastrophic flood.
Full Circle
A lot has changed since I was here in the Midwest.
Finding Home
We could’ve seen the excessive nail-marks in the wall as holes, but we chose to see them as opportunities—convenient holders for tiki umbrellas during our tropical-themed party.
Monica’s Wedding Playlist
To me, “roommate” means something even stronger than “friend.”
Pennywise, Trump, and a Small Town Girl
Folksy places have their dark side.
Preservation
As the days now grow shorter and the nights darker, I try to let the metaphor of autumn give me hope instead of melancholy.
Onward and Upward
The laughter flowed freely, as if the devastation of the last few days had dammed it up until it burst from us all at once.
Top Ten Things to Do on Roommate Night
Roommate night has sustained us through breakups, engagements, angst, hopes, and now even a pandemic.
