I am a nervous Nellie. Always have been and since no matter how passionately I beg, my doctor refuses to write me a prescription for intravenous Xanax, always will be. I've outgrown a few of my fears: when I was a little girl (okay, until I was like, sixteen and driving myself), the bumpy span… Continue reading squirrel!
I come from a long line of nomads. My mother's mother raised her family in Washington State, far from the Minnesota farmlands where she grew up and where their Finnish mafia of a family still lives. My father was raised a military brat, the son of a Coast Guard captain, and my own parents decamped… Continue reading the hitchhiker’s guide to the holidays
When I was thirteen, I brought along with me on a weeklong family vacation to Texas a single album: Avril Lavigne’s seminal Let Go, featuring cultural touchstones like “Sk8r Boi” and “Nobody’s Fool” (actual lyric: “I’m not the milk and Cheerios in your spoon”). For seven days, I listened to Let Go on repeat. Nobody… Continue reading album rock