Painting And Philosophy

Yesterday was a painting day for me. I bought new brushes and taped a sheet of brown paper to my kitchen table. A few discarded plastic lids served as palettes. My paint tubes had been neglected for far too long, and I took a few minutes to select colors before I started in. I am…
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Car Trouble

My car and I have been through a lot. Of repair shops, that is. Charlotte, affectionately called Charlie, is a ’92 Oldsmobile with a splashy personality. Sure, her windows only roll down every other day. Sometimes she shuts down at intersections, and sometimes when I press the gas pedal the engine doesn’t engage. Her doors…
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Tiny Victories

They always show up at night. I just got home, I’m tired, I’m ready to sleep. I flip on the lights in my bedroom and something runs away. It doesn’t matter that it’s so small I can barely see it unless it moves. It doesn’t matter that I am faster, stronger and much, much taller.…
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Waking Up

Mornings are hard. I am not, and have never been, a so-called morning person. I stand in awe of those who can speak coherently mere seconds after their eyes open. In the past, when morning-inclined family members or roommates have marched into my bedroom and thrown aside the window curtains with glad tidings of the…
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Starting In Worthington

One month ago I moved to Worthington and became the Daily Globe’s night editor. I grew up in Bemidji, just a few hours south of Canada. I studied at St. Paul’s Bethel University, where I dabbled in philosophy and learned to play a wicked game of broomball. My last semester I spent abroad in Oxford, England,…
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