-
Recent Posts
Recent Comments
Yeah, Another Blogge… on Bearing Fruit Olivia on Leaving lapaul708 on Expiration Dates the naked investigat… on Mr. Peabody’s Coal … sparkles on Running out of F***s Archives
- March 2023
- November 2022
- September 2022
- July 2022
- June 2022
- April 2022
- February 2022
- December 2021
- November 2021
- August 2021
- July 2021
- February 2021
- January 2021
- December 2020
- November 2020
- October 2020
- September 2020
- August 2020
- July 2020
- June 2020
- January 2020
- October 2019
- September 2019
- August 2019
- March 2019
- January 2019
- September 2018
- August 2018
- June 2018
- May 2018
- April 2018
- January 2018
- August 2017
- May 2017
- March 2017
- February 2017
- January 2017
- November 2016
- October 2016
- July 2016
- June 2016
- May 2016
- March 2016
- February 2016
- January 2016
- December 2015
- November 2015
- October 2015
- September 2015
- August 2015
- July 2015
- May 2015
- March 2015
- February 2015
- January 2015
- December 2014
- November 2014
- October 2014
- September 2014
- August 2014
- July 2014
- June 2014
- May 2014
- April 2014
- March 2014
- February 2014
- January 2014
- December 2013
- November 2013
- October 2013
- September 2013
- August 2013
- July 2013
- June 2013
- May 2013
- April 2013
- March 2013
- February 2013
- January 2013
- November 2012
- October 2012
- August 2012
- July 2012
- June 2012
- May 2012
- April 2012
- February 2012
- January 2012
- December 2011
- November 2011
- October 2011
- September 2011
- August 2011
- July 2011
- June 2011
- May 2011
- March 2011
- February 2011
- January 2011
- November 2010
- October 2010
- September 2010
Categories
Meta
Advice from Marta
Category Archives: Random Stories
A Non-Exact Biography of My Breasts
Childhood I am six, or maybe seven. We move to a new house and the house next door is a perfect match for ours, right down to the two girls the same age as my sister and I. The main … Continue reading →
Remembering Names
If you are in your 50s in the age of Facebook you can probably sort the names of people you went to high school with into four categories. There are your friends, the ones you still talk to and know, … Continue reading →
Sunday Morning Photos
When he’s bored with his own phone, my 14-year-old son likes to pick up my phone and go through the photos. My phone is 5 years old, so over a third of his life is stored in it. “You take … Continue reading →
Across the Aisle
On Sunday, my husband, teenage daughter and I took the El downtown to the ballet. When we got on a friend I don’t see often was unexpectedly on board and I was excited to chat with her. A few stops … Continue reading →
Time Travel
To help with a recent surgery I have been taking a water aerobics class. I go on Tuesdays and Thursdays and I am the youngest, by a lot. Most of the people in the class know each other. Some go … Continue reading →
The Labyrinth
There’s a house I’ve walked by for years. It’s a comfortable house, a little ramshackle, it could use a fresh coat of paint. I’ve been inside and the same is true there, too. Years ago when I pushed a double-wide … Continue reading →
The When Wes
Today, driving through Chicago and past places I used to work and now barely recognize, I started thinking about the “When Wes.” The year I turned 16 I lived in Malawi. I went to an international boarding school. Most of … Continue reading →
Yelling in the Agora
Last night I slept with the windows open and this morning around 7:30 I was woken up by a man yelling on the sidewalk. He eventually moved into the middle of the busy … Continue reading →
My Horror Movie
My husband’s family has a cabin deep in the woods of Northern Michigan. So deep in the woods that the first time he took me and turned from a dirt road into a random, unmarked clump of trees and up … Continue reading →
El Car Pietá
I am on the el in the middle of the afternoon. At the end of the almost empty car, in the part that’s slightly separated, and so perfect for sleeping, is an older African-American man. He is standing up and … Continue reading →