A Very Long Engagement by Sébastien JaprisotThis is a story about a bicycle, and the power a bicycle had over my life when I was about 21 years old. His name was Ross (yes, he was a he) and I first laid eyes on him when I was dog sitting for my Aunt Shirley, who lived next door to my Nana [...]
I won’t bury the lead here, or wait until the end to mention that we got the house. And as always with me, the day I was told our final offer was accepted, I kind of already knew. While walking my pug Thursday morning, a man on a bicycle called out to me, “Excuse me [...]
When the Property Appraiser asks you earlier in the day if you know what time the election results will be in, you know it’s a hairy race. My coworker Kyle is in the Supervisor of Elections media room waiting for votes to be tabulated, as I sit at a downtown diner waiting for him to [...]
Favorite sad love scene: Faubourg Saint-Denis from the movie Paris, je t’aime Favorite ice cream: Dippin’ Dots Favorite lighting: Strings of fat white bulbs like those in Olive Garden Favorite Canuck band: The Arcade Fire Favorite Hollywood dog relationship: Adam Sandler & Meatball Favorite imported coffee: Timmy Ho’s Favorite radio show host with a pleasing [...]
After two months, my sister PK got a job. She’s working at a preschool during the day and an Italian restaurant at night. I never see her anymore. She moved in with my friend/coworker Kyle in Sarasota and, as illustrated by this photo, she has her own bathroom. She’s decidedly less gung-ho in spirit than [...]
I ran into Ian (remember him?) Tuesday morning in Sarasota near the downtown mermaid fountain a few hours before Hurricane Fay was supposed to ravage Sarasota. I asked Ian, “Where will you stay in the event of a hurricane?” And Ian said, “Come here. Come closer. Let me tell you something. There are some people [...]
Pete sits at at the bus stop on the corner of 8th Avenue and 2nd Street in my St. Pete neighborhood. I pass him nearly every evening when I’m walking the pug. He’s always pounding cans of Natural Ice, wearing a blue Dilmah Tea cap and white tee-shirt. I walked past Pete today at 7 p.m. and I asked him, [...]
I‘m frustrated and tired. I’m wringing my hands and drowning in the sound of Gordon Lightfoot. My pug is asleep next to me, with a pug baby clasped between his paws. He’s snoring, and I’m wearing Joe’s noise-canceling headphones. In my living room, Bob Costas is commenting on Olympic marathon runners. Olympic marathon runners with [...]
This is the latest letter I received in the mail from my Nana. She wrote it on a piece of bark that fell from her birch tree: Hi Heidi – Oh yes, it’s me again! How about that I found this piece of bark that came off our birch tree, and thought it looked like [...]
If you had lived in a synthetic bubble all your life, and one night were freed at about 8 p.m. on 8th Ave North in St. Pete (where I live) and heard what I hear now, you might think the world had ended or that aliens had finally arrived. The cicada bugs sound like a [...]
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