Did I plagiarize a quilt? The design was lovely: three patchworked ribbons twisting around each other and blending where they intersected. The moment I saw it on Pinterest, I knew...
It was a warm, fragrant May day when I signed the lease for our 47th-floor apartment in a Lakeshore East high-rise. Paperwork done, I strolled through the secret garden of...
The trombone band refused to yield. It would not march behind horses. If the parade committee wanted a brass band ringing carols into the clear night sky, then the committee...
It was invisible on Google Maps, but that was irrelevant anyway, as the reception bars had long faded from my phone. Through the dimming mountain evening, detouring east on a...
My neighbor's dog is going nuts, again. I can see him jumping rhythmically against the bedroom windows, as though he was bouncing on a trampoline. Up and down, up and...
In 1974, disco fever was taking off. Everyone was wearing stretchy flame-pattern knit shirts and blindingly shiny Qiana dresses. Bell-bottoms were still in. And I was sweeping around my rural...
This girl is a diamond's worst friend. First engagement ring: a two-thirds carat oval. We bought it together at a now-long-closed Loop jewelry store — two college kids investing in...
When shelf talkers attack, fight back. Everyone has seen them in grocery stores--those stapler-sized coupon dispensers that stick out into the aisle like tiny parking gates between you and the...