It’s a dark and stormy night in North Saint Paul, and I am alone in a guest bedroom. Sleeping by myself during weather like this would probably bother me if I hadn’t spent the majority of my childhood rereading A Wrinkle In Time. Our copy resided at my dad’s old house, where my sister and [...]
For seven years, I’ve been in a long-distance relationship with Minneapolis. Holidays were never long enough. I eagerly plotted my return, the neighborhood I would live in, the books I would carry to rose garden picnics. I networked. I made long-term plans with friends. My ballots have been absentee for my entire voting life, my [...]
The house had such a stupifying abundance of rooms that, every time I learned how to reach one of them, I would catalogue sights along the way, memorizing routes. It was like dropping bread crumbs. Each time I prayed for the ability to find the damn thing again.
Pass the picture of her mother in the [...]
What happens when you take ten total friends/strangers and put them in a two-bedroom cabin in the middle of nowhere? Shit starts to get real, obviously.
Real eggy.
An afternoon swim with watermelon.
Maple cookie button with heart imprint!
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I should tell you that I’ve been undressing your house with my eyes.
The screened in porches, the old brick pathways through your garden, the latticework of fire escapes. Sometimes I don’t care for your color choices, and I redress you like a fussy mother. Sometimes there is a mildewing couch in your yard, a [...]