Minneapolis has just lived through the fifth biggest blizzard of all time. “Lived through” is something of a misnomer; many streets still haven’t been plowed, and once we’d finally unburied the garage (a two-day endeavor), the car got stuck thirty feet down the alley, requiring the assistance of five Good Samaritans to become unstuck. But … Continue reading The People Who Learned to Hide
Here is what you remember from the 60’s: 1. Some of the high schoolers, who were huge and terrifying to the elementary- school you, wore black armbands. 2. At the yearly high school talent show, something you lived for because you idolized those huge and terrifying high schoolers, a girl with long dark hair and … Continue reading Long Time Passing
That there to the left is a Hubbard squash. Have you ever seen one? They’re bluish, lumpy, and extremely large. They belong in the prehistoric section of the farmer’s market, along with certain heirloom tomatoes, turtles, and blue, green and purple potatoes. Did you notice I slipped “turtles” in there? I did, because turtles have … Continue reading Mayhap you, too, wish to reinvigorate certain words of your acquaintance?
Until about half an hour ago I would have responded, had you asked me if I kept a journal, “No. I don’t keep a journal.” Because I don’t. If you had persisted, and asked me, “Did you ever keep a journal?” I would have said, “Yeah, when I was in fifth grade. It was one … Continue reading Is This Where We Are?
We have called you here today, Alison, for a reason. And what might that reason be? Don’t get that look on your face. This is for your own good. Nothing that begins with “this is for your own good” is ever any good. Also, there are so many of you and only one of me. … Continue reading A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a tiny mechanical horse
Her photographer friend Dani loves faces best. Eyes particularly. Dani laughs and shakes her head, surprised that after a decade of taking photos she is still and always drawn to eyes. What can I say? They’re the window to the soul. Her youngest child notices hands, the size of someone’s palm, the length of their … Continue reading Les yeux sont le miroir de l'ame
The web is large and intricate, and completely beyond my comprehension – how do these words get to you, anyway, you whomever you are and wherever you may be? – but most things are beyond my comprehension, and I do them anyway. Take driving, for example. I have no idea how my car works. Here’s … Continue reading Some places I like to visit