From the category archives:

Everyday life, everyday people

I’ve been fretting and Twittering away about squirrels a lot lately (I’m kt_writes, if you want to follow me, and you’ll be glad to know I tweet about many other topics, too). Here are a few sample tweets, just for flavor: Back on July 29: “More tomatoes stolen, others nibbled right on the vine. So […]

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Sadie was brought home last night, after being dog-napped and living a mysterious life for six days. Her “mom” and “dad”—my friends Nic and Heather—will never fully know where she was, how she was cared for, or what was going through the minds of her captors, but they have their dog back, along with a […]

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Every morning for the past month or so, Jason and I have awoken to the sound of golf balls falling from the sky. The sound of golf balls, mind you, not actual golf balls. Instead of errant golfers, we have gangs of evil squirrels throwing black walnuts down like ammunition. As we lie in bed, […]

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I used to see them all the time. I was fresh out of college and poor, working as a newspaper reporter for a weekly paper in a small, wealthy community. These women were all about town at any time of day—dropping off last month’s clothes at the high-end resale shop, running to the multi-million dollar […]

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The other day, when my friend Nathan complimented my bike, Jason said “Isn’t it great? It’s one of the things about Kristin that made me even more smitten. Just look at her on that bike!” My bike was one of my prize possessions even before I learned how it played a role in winning my […]

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This story begins with what you might call a disclaimer/confession combo: I’m not proud that I was a scheming sneak this past Friday night…but I’m not exactly sorry, either. The more I think about it, the more I’m sure that most of us feel this internal conflict—somewhere between feeling pleased with ourselves and ashamed—on a […]

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If you take County Road 1600 east from Urbana for about seven miles, then turn north on County Road 1000 and drive for another five miles, you’ll land in Sidney, Illinois, population 1,100. From what I can tell, Sidney’s main attractions include the homemade soft serve and shakes at the Dairy Bar (or Barn, depending […]

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I am sitting at Caffe Paradiso. All alone. Missing Ellen, who used to join me all the time, back in the good ol’ days when she was studying to become a midwife, rather than being a midwife. I know I’m being selfish—being a midwife is more satisfying (and lucrative) for her. And I realize we’re […]

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My friend Lisa just returned from a big trip up the West coast with her Mexican-Mormon long-distance boyfriend. She’s always good for a story and conversation, so it was a treat to run into her the other day in front of the piano teacher’s house, where both our daughters take lessons. Of the stories she […]

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Last night, Jason and I went with Nic and Heather to hear a 14-piece psychedelic rock band called Dark Meat. They were playing upstairs at Mike and Molly’s, and we had to stuff pieces of bar napkins in our ears to combat the regular screaming into the mike and general chaos on the ears. While […]

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