Right after college, I moved to a town with 2000 people and a bunch of pigs — real ones, the kind that grunt and poop and lift the gate latch with their noses. I saw something run past the window of my rented farmhouse. At first I thought it was a deer until I put… Continue reading This Little Piggy
Category: memoir
Why So Many First Worsts
In scrounging around for a first-worst-date story this week (after all, I’ve already done my own dates from Ames, Omaha, and Walnut Creek – how many first-worsts can one person have?), I discovered something. I hate some of my friends, the ones who’ve never had a bad date, ever. First there is Jim, whom I… Continue reading Why So Many First Worsts
Bricks, Ricks, & Cardboard
The college mixer was hosted by the men in Lorch House in Friley Hall, in the heart of the Iowa State campus. Tappan House, the top two floors of my dorm, Barton Hall, was invited. Yes, I am old. Yes, dorm floors are co-ed now. This was in the days of the dinosaurs. The usual… Continue reading Bricks, Ricks, & Cardboard
Rainy Day in Paradise
(re-run from 2019) My kitchen remodel started a week ago. I now have no sink, no oven, and no dishwasher. I set up a temporary kitchen in the spare bedroom (do people still call them that?). I have a microwave, a hot pot, a crock pot, and a toaster. I wash dishes in the bathtub.… Continue reading Rainy Day in Paradise
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 