In which I glue my eyelid to my eyelid…

It’s 10pm on Valentine’s evening, and I am blinking into the driver’s side sun-visor mirror, otherwise in the dark of the Target parking lot, muttering “girl... girl...” to myself. I am waiting for the sixteen year old’s dance to end so I can go pick him up and have purchased false eyelashes in the meantime, for [...]

Road-trip Calamities: A History

Here, for your amusement: a brief history of my calamities. I write to you now from a small-town midwestern Econo Lodge, perhaps the most American of places to be on a patriotic holiday weekend. The sum total of what I know about this town so far is this: car repair places are currently closed till [...]