I’m going to arrive at AmeriCorps PSO training a fucking walking biohazard. In Louisville, I biffed it hard in the parking lot outside the airport terminal and scraped a few layers of dermis onto the curb. I hobbled in, blood staining a little circle through my pants on my left knee, right next to the […]
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too many places I’ve got to see
Recently, I had a change of heart. More accurately, I had a change of mind. My heart has been telling me for awhile that a year in a half in a dank basement office is a year and a half too long, but my head was having trouble rejecting the free tuition that came with […]
Read more...in which our hero goes to some dark places
It is no longer a secret that last weekend, my grandfather backed over the family dog with his truck. To be fair, it was entirely an accident and he feels terrible. My grandfather feels terrible, that is, not the dog. The dog probably felt pretty bad at the time, but it’s a she. Was a […]
Read more...so bitter and so sweet
I used to hate Joni Mitchell. My dad would play Blue and I would go on and on about her terrible, harpy voice. Even at seven, I could concede that she was a great songwriter—alright Dad, I’ll give you that, but her voice! I’d do my best Joni Mitchell warble, somewhere between a yodel and […]
Read more...would you be mine, could you be mine
I’ve had some interesting folks live in the apartment across the breezeway. When I first moved in, it was a group of young, black guys and I’m 90% sure they were drug dealers. I came to this conclusion not based on racial stereotype, but based on the fact that late at night, nearly every night, […]
Read more...this is not Nam
I think it’s the water. Or, not the water exactly, but the tube that pipes the water into the industrial coffee maker we have in the kitchen at work. Possibly it’s the Maxwell, but I’d like to give the company more credit than that. Either way, whatever the cause, the women who drink the office […]
Read more...texas tea
So much is happening at once. Just today John with an H asked if my address was the same and just today I discovered some patches of nasty mold and a sizable drip coming from my upstairs neighbors’ washing machine. It’s spread to both sides of the wall and one patch in particular looks like […]
Read more...how a raven is like a writing desk
… in which our heroine compares Creed to American Idol and, indirectly, monster-truck rallies. So it’s like this… this one time, I bought a Creed cd. I’m not going to bother defending this action, since the crux of my argument kind of lies in the ephemeral, simple beauty of not having to. A few weeks […]
Read more...scatter my ashes in Lyman Lakes OR romanticizing the stone
There are certain moments that, when you are right in the middle of them, you know you’re going to remember forever. You can feel yourself filing everything away—the smell, the sounds, the people you’re with, the way the light hits the trees—manually forming the memory so you can bring it back up in its entire […]
Read more...don’t get too attached
Don’t tell my landlord, but I’ve got quite a menagerie in the apartment. Two cats and a handful of reptiles on indefinite loan from Sarah. There are two ball pythons—a male and female named Kyle and Beatrix respectively—and a leopard gecko named Trace. The gecko eats crickets, which other than the smell, is a diet […]
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