Is It Possible That Portland’s Just Trying Too Hard?
Sometime in middle school, an English teacher assigned us a book about cities. Read the rest of this gem…
Clearly, It’s Time To Break Up With My Doctor. (And Also Learn How To Dye My Hair.)
Last Friday my doctor was surprised to see me. Read the rest of this gem…
A Walking (And Boating And Hopping) Tour Of Downtown Chicago.
Well, I hate to break it to you, but it seems as though I’ve fallen into that trap that people who are moving tell you they’ll never fall into but inevitably always do — Read the rest of this gem…
On Making New Friends (And Keeping The Old).
Make new friends — but keep the old.
One is silver and the other gold.
I always hated that rhyme. It’s confusing. Which friend is silver and which friend is gold? Read the rest of this gem…
Our Final House Tour: 6+ Years Of Love And Hate.
So here’s the deal. Read the rest of this gem…
I Don’t Know How You Do The Voodoo That You Do So Well.
Name that song.
I went through a fairly significant hard rock phase during my teenage years — the music, not the restaurant. (Though what child of the 80’s didn’t own a Hard Rock Cafe t-shirt sometime during the 90’s?) Read the rest of this gem…
Once A Doodle, Always A Doodle.
When I was twenty-years-old, I met a boy.
Less than a year later, when I was twenty-one, I was moving across state lines to live with him in Georgia, where he was stationed with the Air Force.
Did I Say This Was A Money Pit? Because A Money Black Hole Would Be More Accurate.
Know what it feels like to hemorrhage money? Read the rest of this gem…