My Dog is Chelsea

“Grandma?” “Who’s this?” “It’s Laura.” My phone conversations with my grandmother invariably follow this pattern. “Oh, hiya Laurie!” She babysits for someone named Laurie, and that confuses her a bit. I have come to learn to respond to any variation of Laur-. “How are you? Are you in school? Do you have a boyfriend?” “I’m [...]

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I’m feeling the need to update this blog despite my complete lack of decent material. So—I present you with a few bullet points of random material: • Yesterday I went into my neighbor’s apartment to let out the dog and pig and discovered that Girdie the Potbelly had located and ingested an entire bag of [...]

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Some of you might remember reading about Uncle Joe’s accidental regifting of a $350 bottle of wine and how he recovered from the gaff by telling the lucky recipient that a requirement of the gift was that Uncle Joe had to be there to enjoy it. Well, he finally did! Read his account of the [...]

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I’m in Colorado! Skiing with my Uncle Joe, Uncle Paul, cousins Marisa and Ali, and my mother, who decided last minute to be here as well. Apparently, before I arrived, there was a bit of a sugar shortage in the condo, so naturally my family devised a plan: they would steal the sugar packets from [...]

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Since my arrival in Portland, I’ve been sharing a room with my boyfriend in the basement of a single mother’s house. The rent is cheap and the mother and son are very nice, and that’s great, but a tiny little room in the dank and dark confines of a basement is less than desirable. Couple [...]

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