We used to have this really awesome radio station in Minnesota called Rev105. It was my post-college, pre-real-job savior while I worked as a gas station attendant. They had this great little feature they called…
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A fitting tribute
“Does it make you uncomfortable when I cry?” I asked Jaycie and Max who were sitting on the couch. “Yeah,” Max shook his head until his curls bounced. “A little.” “I’m sorry,” I said. “But…
Luv of my life
The death of an icon like Michael Jackson is one of those unifying events that reminds us how very much we have in common. I would defy you to find an American thirty-something who cannot…
A few memories of Holy Roller Bob
Ever since reading Kevin Brockmeier’s A Brief History of the Dead whenever I learn about the death of someone I have cared about I immediately want to sit and scribble down every memory I have…
Keep passing the open windows, RIP David Foster Wallace
In John Irving’s novel The Hotel New Hampshire, Lily, the writer, kills herself by jumping out of a window. After her death, the members of her family consistently remind each other to “keep passing the…