I'm here…

I’m here at my little sister’s house in the big city. It’s really a small town, but in the village we used to talk about it like it was LA or NYC. The way to instant popularity, when I was a kid, was to have a friend in the big city. We would play “how… Continue reading I'm here…

North to Alaska

It’s such an epic journey for so many that I think it’s permanently stuck that way in the collective unconcious. I remember, as a kid, riding the schoolbus in Fairbanks. When I ran out of books to read I would press my face against the window and make up stories about the people who lived… Continue reading North to Alaska

Nothing says "I'm not a hooker" like crocheting…

For some reason every guy I’ve talked to for the last couple days wants me to come to their room for a hundred bucks. I’ve got nothing against prostitution, but these guys are presumptuous and persistent and I’m starting to get pissed. Here’s a couple conversations I’ve had about a million times in the last… Continue reading Nothing says "I'm not a hooker" like crocheting…

buck tuckin'

Did I mention that here in small town America they have a name for stage side tipping, and it’s buck tuckin.  As in, “hey girl I’m sorry I didn’t come up to tuck bucks but you know I don’t like to go up to the stage without my buck tuckin buddies.”  Ain’t it cute? I’m… Continue reading buck tuckin'