My grandmother died. These words rattle around my heart like pinballs that won’t settle, even a week beyond her funeral. And yet I wonder if the settling of these pinballs would be any better – the finality of their lodging into the belly of that machine, no longer kept alive by another flap of the paddles. Mayme Alice was the last of my grandparents to leave this earth, and undoubtedly the one with whom I grew closest.
Read More I Can’t Believe I Came From HerFor the first time in my life, the Superbowl won’t be in my agenda on this Sunday of All Sundays. Sorry, 99.8% of Earth. I’ve never been an overly huge football fan. Baseball, yes. Gosh yes. But football? To me, football encapsulates many wrongs within our culture: glorified obesity and praised masculine carnage. Like, whatever. Give […]
Read More The Superbowl: I’m Not Watching TodayToday I have the distinct privilege of guest-posting over at THE Joseph Craven’s Greatest Blog of All Time. Finally posting in that elite realm pretty much affirms my worth in the universe. So here below lies the beginning of my two-part baseball-obsessed post. You can click the link at the end of this post for […]
Read More Baseball is the Greatest Sport of All Time, Pt. 1