Dispatches from Storyville

Category: Adventure Time

  • We Can’t Return, We Can Only Look Back from Where We Came

    We Can’t Return, We Can Only Look Back from Where We Came

    –Joni Mitchell I am, at long last, back on my bullshit. If it wasn’t exceedingly obvious, I was in a dark place the last time I wrote here. I’d been searching for a full-time job in one of my fields (broadly, nonprofit communications, fundraising, and event planning) for going on two years. I’d had a…

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  • Runs in the Family

    (Trigger warning: Vegans, beware. Lots of, uh, shall we say, “farm-to-table”-type meat talk ahead.) The lack of a very specific type of impulse control, it would seem, runs in my family. Because we’re not all genetically related to one another (my mother, for example, has no biological connection to my brothers’ half-brother), I must assume…

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  • Home Alone

    I’m bad at titles, OK? Just ask any editor I’ve ever had. In this writer’s humble opinion, thinking up catchy titles should be in someone else’s job description. You want me to birth the baby AND give it a name? Has no one except me heard of delegating responsibilities? My therapist would say that bit…

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  • Beautifully Absurd

    Fourteen years ago, I landed what was, at the time, one of my dream jobs: theatre critic for my local newspaper, the Shreveport Times. My tenure lasted only about a year – after I married The Guy, who, at the time, acted frequently in community theatre productions, the editor of the paper felt I could…

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  • The Legs

    Earlier this week, I took my 7-year-old son, Truman, who’s on Spring Break, for a quick, three-day holiday in New Orleans. I realized on the drive down that it was my first time traveling alone with one of the kids, and, I’m happy to say, it went even better than I hoped it would. We…

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