Sister #2 goes through food phases where she can’t get enough of certain food and she eats it all the time. A few weeks ago it was Chicago mix popcorn. One spring it was Nerds Rope. There was a chewy Sprees phase, the pesto something or other from Noodles & Company, spinach & artichoke dip, ginger chicken, and one horrible weekend when we lived in a shitty apartment together in Chippewa Falls, WI — MooTown Snackers. She will shudder with…
My mind is full. The messages are contradictory. I need to write today and I haven’t yet. When I get around to it, my main character Cora will buckle under the weight of responsibility. I tried to avoid falling into the pit of news about the misogynist murder spree in California or spending hours weeping through the #YesAllWomen hashtag. And having failed at that, I started to share my own stories about being called a slut for saying no, being…
When I discovered it was Memorial Day weekend on Wednesday, I vowed to spend a portion of the weekend cleaning Supergenius HQ. Clearly, I had no plans for the weekend and while that made me feel a little bad about myself last night I’ve since come to realize that I will be socializing with humans for the next four or five weekend in a row. That makes me kind of cranky because I’m the Goldilocks of social engagements. So as…
The Week of Magically Getting Up at 6:30 a.m. Every Damn Day Like Some Kind of Fool How I wrote & deleted the same sentence 6 times then decided to vacuum the stairs and now my cat is mad at me: The Jodi Chromey Story. A Creeping Sense of Ennui & Hunger: Confessions of a Reluctant Grocery Shopper Loving Your Short Hair Even When it Develops that Dennis the Menacesque Cowlick: A Guide to Baseball Caps Choosing the Right Reaction…
I recently confessed on Book Riot, that I might be the slightest bit irrational when it comes to the books of Elizabeth McCracken. I discovered Elizabeth McCracken in the mid-nineties about the same time I discovered my all-time favorite band, The Replacements. I have since woven the works of both artists into my heart and mind so inextricably that they have become a part of me, and thus I have a hard time explaining what they mean to me without…
The sun is mostly set, though it’s not wholly dark out. It’s 64 degrees out and the breeze coming through the open window a few feet away is cool, but I have socks on so it’s not too bad. Plus, I can smell the fire someone outside has built. Aside from the waning sunlight the only other light in the living room comes from the illuminated screen of Enid, my laptop. I’ve done the dishes and put away the leftovers….
