Category Archives: Stories
Dust In The Wind
My family moved from Utah to Arizona the summer I was six years old. In the weeks before we left, somebody gave me a cheap plastic pinwheel, the kind that looks like a shiny flower on a stick and spins … Continue reading →
In Which I Prattle On About Food
This is not a food or lifestyle blog. I don’t post recipes or pictures of meals. I skim posts like that on other blogs. I can’t help it. I just don’t care. I also flat-out do not cook. I mean, … Continue reading →
Out Of Place
The Paul Bunyan I know lives on the corner of Glenn and Stone in Tucson, Arizona, just a few miles north of campus. He was only short walk from my third home in Tucson, a small square house on Blacklidge … Continue reading →
Meet Arty
Robert and I got a dog last January. His name is Arty, and he’s a corgi. As pet owners, we’ve put him through his fair share of traumas. He has short legs and a long body and can’t walk down … Continue reading →
Overheard in Big Law
This is a series I’ve been wanting to start for a while. It’d be a foolish one to host on my blog, though, which is only semi-anonymous. I think it be a great stand-alone blog, like Overheard in New York. … Continue reading →
It Was Inevitable That I Was Going To Write About This
This post is all about humiliating confessions, most of which revolve around vampire stories (are you bored yet?). Let’s get the obvious out-of-the-way first: Yes, I’ve read all the Twilight books. No, I didn’t spend more than two days on … Continue reading →
Bruce
So, Husband and I got married almost one year ago. In honor of our upcoming anniversary, I’m going to start calling him by his name. It’s not a secret; I’ve identified him by name before. I bestowed the generic and … Continue reading →
Things That I’m Not Proud Of*
Since becoming a pet owner, I have succumbed to several absurd and disgusting habits, including: Letting my dog lick my face when I let him out of his crate in the morning or when I get home from work; Kissing … Continue reading →
Breakfast For Dinner — Part III
[This post is the third in a series. See Parts I and II.] We stumbled into our third diner a few months into the partnership, back when building a life together meant signing up for the same classes and standing plans on Friday … Continue reading →
Pilgrimage
The first time I went to Tucson I was 16 years old. I went with High School Best Friend and her parents. We figured we were going to end up at the U of A for college, and our parents … Continue reading →
Bending the Rules 