firsts and seconds
My first car was a 1989 Chevrolet Caprice Classic. Picture every American police car and taxi cab...
Read MoreMy first car was a 1989 Chevrolet Caprice Classic. Picture every American police car and taxi cab...
Read MoreOh hey, I promised more crappy photos from our moving convoy and dadgum, I’ll deliver. By...
Read MoreHow about that? We made it to Colorado with minimal death and destruction. I can’t...
Read MoreYou guys are pretty tired of me talking about moving, yeah? Well fret not, for it’s actually...
Read MoreSo I guess the final weeks of preparing for out-of-state move are not unlike the final weeks of...
Read MoreSince January, in preparation for the move, we’ve been going through our stuff and donating or tossing the items we no longer want or need. “You know what would be fun?” I thought. “It would be fun to...
Read MoreThere’s no one thing you can point to, in the end. There isn’t 1 weird trick that fixes temporary apathy in a relationship; that rekindles a connection. I know. I was certain they’d made a pill for that by now....
Read MoreLast Friday night I leaned across a narrow wooden arm rest and proffered my friend a Coke Zero into which I had poured white rum. I would have normally chosen whiskey, but the circumstances of a crowded theater prevailed. Once...
Read MoreThere are numerous perks to renting a 100-year-old house, chief among them guessing which paint...
Read MoreThere was a point, five days before Christmas, where I was lying on a mat on my living room floor. I was trying to do pilates, but tears kept rolling into my ears, and nothing the relentlessly cheerful video instructor was...
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