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 | Sep 29, 2015 | Everyday Stories, Memoir & Essays
I was walking by the river with my little puppy the other day, like I do almost days. We were approaching the first bridge that the path crosses under, but were still a ways off when I started to hear their whistles and hollers. I couldn’t distinguish their...
by jo | Sep 22, 2015 | Everyday Stories, Memoir & Essays
I like to have roots. But you wouldn’t necessarily know it, looking at the past eight years of my life. In those eight years I have moved 16 times. Sometimes as small of moves as moving into a new dorm room across the hall. Sometimes as large a move as moving to...
by jo | Sep 1, 2015 | Everyday Stories, Memoir & Essays
It is monday night and I’m currently sitting in a sonic drive-in parking spot, not ordering or eating delicious ice cream creations, but instead waiting for my car to cool off. My hood is up because it started to overheat and turning the heater on as soon as I saw the...