Christy The Writer

I’ve become something of a cop magnet lately – I’ve gotten two tickets in the last two months. I’m so gun-shy now that when I was on my way home last night and saw a cop, I immediately slowed down. And I was, yes, walking at the time.

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I’ve added the category “St. Olaf stories” to my roster here. That’s what my friends always call my back-in-Kansas tales, so I thought it a good way to help you sort out those little gems. Watch for St. Olaf stories in this space – they crop up like dandelions. Wait … here comes one now…

In the legendary past, my dad had an employee named Mike. None of us kids actually met Mike, or even saw him. All we knew about Mike was that he was extraordinarily slow in going about his daily tasks, and we knew this because the only time he was brought up in conversation was when one of us was [...]

I was driving home from yoga last night, very relaxed, feeling just so zen all over the place, when I saw a car’s headlights coming toward me. This would not ordinarily be cause for alarm, except that I was driving down a three-lane, one-way street. When the other car got close enough, I could see that it [...]

Why do people gesture so much when they’re driving and talking on their cell phones? The person on the other end can’t appreciate all your efforts to show exactly how big that thing was, so maybe you should do the old-fashioned thing with your hands while you’re driving. You know, put on eyeliner or eat a hamburger or fiddle with [...]

The “Are You A Child Of The 80s?” Question of the Day: Can you name at least three Judy Blume books? Bonus question: Do you still own any of them, stashed in boxes in your parents’ attic?

From the BBC homepage, an interesting mix of search topics: pancake burma literacy

Guy and I are celebrating our wedding anniversary this week. I remember someone told me once that marriage is a learning process. After five years, I can testify to the truth of that. For example, since we’ve moved in together he’s learned that I smear egg whites on my face every Sunday night, and I’ve learned [...]

The high school football team was practicing this afternoon while I was running at the track, and they were all checking me out. Absolutely they were. I was wearing baggy shorts, an ancient Charlie’s Angels t-shirt and on my iPod was “White Rabbit.” Of course they were checking me out – they were playing “Dude, whose [...]