by jo | Oct 27, 2015 | Everyday Stories, Memoir & Essays
People playing the race card is like me playing the grief card. For a full year after my sister died, I played what I would term the “grief card.” Like the “get you out of jail free” card in Monopoly, the grief card will also get you out of things for free. And some...
by jo | Oct 20, 2015 | Everyday Stories
“You never know, with where I’m from,” I said jokingly about some snarky comment he had made. “You talk so much crap about your town,” he said, shaking his head. I stopped, seriously taken aback. “But you know that I really love...
by jo | Oct 13, 2015 | Everyday Stories, Travel
A few of you know that I’ve been in the process of house-hunting, and while technically I think something could still fall through, it looks as though I will be closing on a house here in Wichita soon. As I’ve told a few friends this as we’ve been catching up...
by jo | Oct 7, 2015 | Memoir & Essays
The dress is white, sleeveless, summery. The fabric is decorated with large, orangish flowers — daisies maybe — flowers painted in a way to give the dress more a sense of womanhood than girlhood. It falls just below my knees, or at least it did the last time I wore...