My daughter, Caroline, has a new pet stick. Denied any real pets in our house, she now takes inanimate objects under her wing. This week, it’s a big stick. Her benevolence is adorable as she cuddles her orphan stick broken off cruelly from the mother tree and left alone in the grass. And it is cold… Read More See Stick Run.
There’s this woman who works at our Starbucks that I call the White Woman. Not because she’s the only white woman – JCrewville couldn’t be any more lily-white. But in a coffee house that employs hip, sullen, young folk; she stands out glaringly. She’s middle-aged and totally suburban. She looks like someone’s mom. Her Dorothy Hamill haircut and… Read More The Great White Barista
When I was living in Chicago, I went through a lonely period. All of my good friends had left the city to settle down, and I was still there, working at this small ad agency that was going out of business. Almost everyone had been laid-off, so I didn’t even have co-workers to hang out… Read More One is the Loneliest Number
When you live in a small town, the store clerks, waitresses and mailpeople take on a celebrity-like status. It’s funny, you don’t think of them as celebs until one day, one of them dies and you find yourself in a strange state of disbelief — like when Anna Nicole Smith died. There was this guy, Jamie, who… Read More Kindess in Isle 5
Helloooo! This is my first posting. Welcome to my take on the small things that happen in my small town. I know it’s a little cliche, all this small stuff (of which I never sweat, of course), but it’s all about perspective, right? Besides, if I can’t have some fun jabbering about life in Mayberry, then I’m… Read More A Little Debut