Category: Life As We Know It
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A New Speed
I’ve forgotten how to go to museums — or at least, I’m not good at it anymore. It’s not that I don’t enjoy it, but now that I go to one five days a week for work, I don’t excel at it the way I used to, which makes museum-going as a social activity difficult.…
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Little Big City
Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to grow up in a small town. I don’t mean the relative smallness of my hometown as compared to the city in which I currently live. No, I’m talking a truly small town, like the one where my mother grew up — a rural Kentucky hollow…
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Like the Radio, But On Demand: Our Favorite Podcasts
We’ve made a lot of playlists on this here blog, talked about the bands we love (Southern or otherwise) and the songs that speak to our souls. But what about when you want some old-fashioned radio in your earbuds, just some dude or lady (or dudes and ladies) talking and providing you with education, amusement,…
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How To Speak Southerner In Emoji
Sometimes we Southerners get told that we “talk funny” — that we use outdated words and phrases, that we speak too slow or too low, that we just plain can’t be understood. And I get it: I’ve been known to do a little code-switching myself around my Appalachian family. But I love the way Southerners…
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Onwards and Upwards
This time last year, I shared with you all a list of 15 new things I wanted to do in 2015. Some were culinary, some were cultural, some were personal, and all of them fed into my larger resolutions of being more proactive and getting to know — and, hopefully, love — New York better.…
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Brush Up Your Shakespeare, And Other New Year’s Resolutions
I’ll be honest: I’m pretty horrible at New Year’s resolutions. I make them and then I don’t stick by them, usually because they’re too broad, too intangible — things like “get a real job,” “be healthier,” “appreciate New York more,” “keep in touch better,” and “be more social.” While worthy and important goals to be sure,…
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An Introvert’s Christmas Carol
Christmastime is supposed to be filled with warmth and goodwill, hugs from family and friends, the smell of cinnamon and hot chocolate, and, in my formative years, pigs in a blanket and pork tenderloin. It’s supposed to bring a smile to your face and put joy in your heart. But here’s what they don’t tell…
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Growing Up Won’t Bring Us Down
Zelda and I have hit a milestone lately. We are officially at the age when our friends have begun to get married. Now we haven’t quite hit the point where each week’s mail contains a thick white envelope filigreed with arabesques announcing the union of yet another happy couple. But while we have yet to…
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Opening Doors
Let me preface the following story by saying that I took every precaution to not end up in the situation that I did. But sometimes the universe just conspires against you, despite your best efforts. And that, folks, is what happened to me. After last week’s Z&S meeting, I walked out of my apartment with…
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Ghosts That I Knew
I recently found myself in an airport. I hadn’t been in one for over 7 months, which is a long stretch for me. I used to be able to mark my months by flights: to school, home for Thanksgiving, back for finals, home for Christmas, back for another semester, off to spring break, back again,…
Zelda & Scout 