Maria and Steve’s pre-wedding shindig was at the church across the street from the Walker Museum, and afterwards Jurvis and I snuck down to the best place in the world. I really don’t think this ever closes at night.
We ran into five drunk teenagers on our way in, but otherwise had the place to [...]
How could we bear to live here then;
These large green lawns spilling into curbs, winding roads
the flatness of it all
strip malls, Kohl’s, DSW
mailboxes at the end of each driveway
some with a little painted bird
Sweet mother of God I am 26 years old and
Hairphernalia is still here!
Best Cleaners still here
Ax Man Surplus and Eric The Bike [...]
That summer, one of the exhibits at the sculpture garden was a palace of steel beams and translucent bead curtains. At night, they lit the beads from below so that the whole structure shimmered like costume jewelry.
My mother’s theory was that the man I met there was married. That’s why he stopped calling. He was [...]
When I was a little girl, it annoyed me that my mother sang so often. Cooking banana bread, doing the dishes, making her way around the house: her voice floated through the freshly-painted rooms like a cloud of golden pollen. The songs she sang were ancient and full of imagery — all of them songs [...]
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 [...]