From Right to Left:
My Great-Grandmother Kristina, or Grandma Bucia (BOO-shah), Polish for Grandma.
My Grandmother, Irene, although everyone called her Tootsie.
My Mother, Christine.
Me, Jennifer, and MY BAD ATTITUDE.
I must have been three when this was taken. Sure, there’s a good version of this photograph somewhere — one painting the desired picture — “serene matriarchs through the [...]
In these, the last days of NaBloPoMo July, I’m having a hella battle with writer’s block. Tonight, scouring my hard drive in hopes of finding some scrap of inspiration, I came across a set of photographs from early January, when we celebrated Sebastien’s birthday in Cincinnati. However, I’d only taken a handful of sober shots, [...]
A little over a year ago, Katie, Matt, and I made our rarely-trekked trek to Broad Ripple’s Alley Cat Lounge. I had too long sequestered myself up on the northeast side of the city, had just broken up with my live-in boyfriend of 3+ years, and had declared 2009 “The Year of Friendship.” I was [...]
I don’t remember having a “woobie” as a kid.
[I frequenty lugged around a favorite stuffed animal, a Pound Puppy half my size that looked kinda like this, named Fred. But I didn't NEED Fred to, like, function. We gave each other space. He was a good pal, though, and is still kenneled somewhere in the recesses [...]
A little over a year ago, Katie and I met our friend Bubba. Whom you might know as “Brian,” but…whatever. He’s Bubba. Prior to that, our friend Uriaha constantly regaled us with stories of this best friend, stories that always started “Me and Bubba,” or “Bubba did the funniest thing,” or ”My friend Bubba makes [...]
That’s the only way I could describe it.
Last night I went out to the Downtown Traverse City bars with cousins Allory and Katie, along with Allory’s husband Steve and my cousin Erin’s fiance, Ben. (Side note: Thus far? The Cousins Kriscunas have picked out awesome dudes to marry. Bar has been set so high. It’s [...]
And I’m proud to be an American –
where at least I know there’s fudge.
Cross it off the list.
(Or, cross it, uncross it, and cross it again. Rinse. Repeat.)
Whilst day-drinking on the porch of Old Pointe Tavern one sunny afternoon in April, three friends brainstormed about a birthday party for one Miss Katie A.
“What shall we do for my birthday in June?” the birthday girl asked. Matt put the pencap to his mouth. “Hmm..what does Katie like…what does Katie like..”
Lightbulb.
From The Redhead: “Jack. [...]
Some more photos from last Sunday. These were shot on the back “porch” of RadioRadio for the We Were Promised Jetpacks show.
More at my Flickr set, “Epic Weekend #985231495.”
This was a pretty hazy night, especially for a Sunday — one of those where you wake up and hope to God you didn’t say something too [...]
“Now, are you still with your boyfriend?” a woman asked me yesterday.
“No, we broke up, like..a year ago,” I replied. “Yeah. It’s been quite a ride since then.”
Understatement of the Year.
TOP TEN RECAP.
In eleven months and five days, I :
1) Broke up.
2) Became pretty much a hot mess for a month.
3) Contemplated running away.
4) [...]
Why haven’t I told THIS story yet? Probably because it’s been nearly six months. Probably because it’s so surreal that some part of me denies that it ever happened.
My experience at the Monolith Music Festival last September topped out with the Yeah Yeah Yeahs on Saturday night. Not that everything surrounding it wasn’t perfection - [...]