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Category Archives: Wisconsin
Fear the Deer
But for me—a Wisconsin sports fan all too familiar with gut-wrenching disappointment—it’s difficult to fully lean into the excitement without the nagging feeling that heartbreak is on the horizon.
Children
I’m just trying to say that given what little is truly required of uncles, it follows that the bond between parent and child, when pursued in good faith, has no parallel.
Let It Snow
In other words, despite my litany of previous posts to the contrary, Advent may yet find me sneaking into back-row pews and singing “O Come, O Come Emmanuel.”
That’s Right (You’re Not From Texas, But Neither Am I, I Guess)
Get your laughs in, Midwesterners, but for eight-year-old Caitlin, Texas was paradise.
Burn After Reading
Jesse will be your second Tinder date, and your last.
Snapshots
We drove home and argued. Why was I so angry? About something so small? It’s not about that; it’s about the fact that I feel useless and nothing seems to be going the way it was supposed to go.
Dairy Air
I had all but given up on existing in a sweet-smelling world for the foreseeable future, but then, I remembered something miraculous.
Live at KEXP: This Is the Kit
I stood ten feet away from Kate Stables in the front row of an audience that barely totaled twenty people, and yet This Is the Kit wasn’t playing for us. They didn’t even know we were there.
I Can Just Be Here
“Oh! Like ‘Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird,’ except with bits of conversation. Without, like, any sort of context or link in between?”
