Category Archives: Letters to My Younger Self

Was It Hell Was It Fun

Now that I no longer live in St. Louis, I don’t write for KDHX very often. I expected this; actually, when I first told my editor that I was moving away, I expected that I’d no longer be allowed to … Continue reading

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Welcome

When I was younger, I never dreamed about hosting dinner parties. Keep in mind that this was in the time before the Food Network, before food and wine magazines were glossy jerk-off rags (and I mean that in the best … Continue reading

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Changes

You know how when you’re younger and everybody older than you tells you that you’ll be a whole different person when you grow up, and you scoff and secretly think they don’t know anything because of course you’ll be the … Continue reading

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Before the Packing Comes the Existential Time Travel

Sometimes (ahem usually when I’m flipping through the premium channels that Graham still hasn’t cancelled even though he’s been threatening to for like a year) I like to pause for a moment and imagine how awesome it would be if … Continue reading

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Back For Good

It’s a widely known fact that, given access to a time machine, everyone’s first responsibility is to go back in time and kill Hitler. Obviously it’s scary and yes it will change the course of history in ways we can’t … Continue reading

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My Paranormal Life

A coworker of mine just returned from a vacation in L.A., where she took a ghost hunting tour of the Queen Mary. The Queen Mary is this really cool historic ocean liner docked in Long Beach. It has restaurants, bars, … Continue reading

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Look Robin Look

When we first moved into this house, we signed up for a cable/Internet/home phone package that included premium channels because Charter is a maelstrom of bullshit that makes no fucking sense and only makes packages cheaper if they include HBO … Continue reading

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