Still Waters Give RBF
The entry-level English professor took aside the handful of us who weren't, technically, supposed to be in that class. We had tested out of freshman English by passing the AP exam
Musings and Memoir
And the Four Right Chords Can Make Me Cry
The first song I remember crying about was “Feed Jake” by an otherwise-unknown band called Pirates of the Mississippi. Looking at the lyrics today, it’s very grim, about a narrator who’s
Expansion and Contraction
Usually, by this stage of the winter, my city has been shut down by at least one freak ice or snow storm. If it’s snow, there are generally not enough plows in
An Inauspicious Beginning
January is a popular time to visit the Emergency Department. I walked in there on MLK Day, after my husband dropped me off and went to look for parking, and instantly thought it
Climbing the Walls
It’s January in Oregon, and raining relentlessly. The Christmas decorations are gone, the tree and its ornaments boxed and in the attic. At this writing, my son is under the weather with