I’m too much of an American for my own good. I love sitcoms. I love action thrillers. My idea of austerity is giving up some cable channels.
We recently restored said
It’s good to know that the ”that’s what she said” school of cultural criticism is thriving.
Evidently the “pad” in iPad forces some wags to think of feminine protection products. Of
Note: Some plot spoilers.
As a lifestyle, polygamy leads to messianic husbands, docile women, discarded sons, and abused girls. But it’s a particle accelerator for drama. Hello, jealousy, misunderstanding, complication, repression,
Sometime over the holidays, some 16-year-old on a morning show was warbling a Christmas song actually called The Christmas Song. And I was thinking: thank you, American Idol. Thanks to
As much as I enjoy visits to Winona, I used to miss the urban pleasures of coffee houses and bookstores. But I’ve recently discovered that Best of Times Bookstore and Lily’s
My entry into Dan O’Shea’s Airport Flash Fiction contest.
Here is a heaven. Here is a utopia.
Running late. Running mad. A drive, at 5:30 a.m., down West Seventh Street. Past
Back in the bad old days, the Minneapolis writer Bob Lacy had a really useful thing to say at the start of every workshop: remember: fiction can always win sentence
1960 continues to enjoy its fifteen minutes, which is fine by me. In Nick Hornby’s An Education (based on Lynn Barber’s memoir), we see London and Oxford and Paris through