I carried an Esprit wallet-on-a-string thing for most of 1994. It’s actually bigger than a wallet, but so much smaller than a traditional purse. Today Nolan unearthed it from the depths of the toy box…
Posts Published by Jodi Chromey
Everything the light touches is my kingdom. Well, at least where this website is concerned. There's an about me section if you are so inclined to know things. All the posts were written by me. I have a lot of words.
How the five a.m. monster made me reveal too much to the lady in the goldfish shirt
It sounded like a very large creature wheezing its last breaths, rather loudly, somewhere in the vicinity of my bedroom. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it made me sit bolt upright in bed,…
Damn you Neil Young for ruining my buzz
I’ve been parked in front of Jed, my laptop, all morning applying for a job. I wish I could say jobs, but that would be a lie. It took me many hours to prepare a…
Two mistakes on a Sunday, one of which is the faults of Republicans
My first mistake was sitting down this afternoon with volumes one through four of Y the Last Man. I did not move until my stomach started to rumble at six o’clock. I tore through three…
Welcome back to a very special 1993 of my mind
I can’t seem to stop listening to The Juliana Hatfield Three album “Become What You Are.” I can’t decide if it’s because I am feeling nostalgic or because it’s really fucking good.
Something like prayer but that wouldn’t embarrass anyone
Jean Thompson’s short stories are so beautiful that it frustrates me that she’s not more revered. At least she’s not revered in the short-story centric circles I run in. It’s a damn, damn shame. I…