I cannot listen to The Avett Brothers’ song “Live and Die” without a few melancholy tears sliding down my face. The song will forever be associated with discovering my biological father had died. As I…
Date Archives October 2012
October 25, a day more sweet than bitter
I remember where I was on October 25, 1998. I was babysitting my one-year-old niece Jaycie while Sister #2 labored away giving birth to my nephew Maxwell. When we got that call that he was…
Confessions from the grocery store
We’re headed into Angry Hermit Season which means 80% of my face-to-face, non-computer-related socializing in the next four to five months will happen at the grocery store. To prepare you, darling ones, for the onslaught…
Quiet but Mighty
One of my favorite things about being a reader is having a physical reaction to a book. Whether it’s tears or goosebumps or laughter, or in the case of Joshua Henkin’s The World Without You…
Things I am irrationally, unflichingly judgmental about
Apolitical people and those who “get tired” of politics. Are you kidding me? I hate to get all Lorax-y but “Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better….
Do hipsters dress like children of the 70s, or Thoughts Upon Finding my Elementary School Class Pictures
It seems University Avenue Elementary in Coon Rapids, Minnesota recently celebrated its 50th Anniversary. This is the school I attended for first through sixth grades. And, thanks to the celebration, I now have photographic proof…
FNL Episode 1: The cryingest episode of TV ever? Maybe.
Some days the lack of Tim Riggins in your life is and the melancholy it causes is so inescapable that you have to stop whatever you’re doing and eat that delicious Lentil & Cauliflower stew…
Liam’s night out
I picked Liam up after school today and we ventured forth to the wilds of Roseville to see Har Mar (Mall) Superstar Kelly Barnhill read from her new book Iron Hearted Violet. This was his…
My new hair & I are joined in the ideological cuddle
If I had it my way, I’d turn this blog right around and when we got home all I’d write about is my hair. And soup. And Friday Nights Lights fan fiction. And Dawson’s Creek…