I’d sprain my ankle if it meant getting an up close look at some tea party protesters. President Obama came to Holland, Michigan this week. That’s right, B.O. himself caught wind of the Dutch frenzy that permeates the hamburgers in this town of non-risque nightgowns and large family portraits. Though he was a few days […]

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“That shirt makes your armpits look great.” In seventh grade I subscribed to the ‘tight tank top under loose tank top’ style made possible by The Gap and several trend-setting pre-teens.  In fifth grade I embraced the gloriousness of hypercolor fabric with a classy tank that changed from blue to pink during the hotness of […]

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I appreciate a confident mustache. I sat in the faux-Italian-themed Holland, Michigan restaurant waiting for what I knew would be sub-par pizza to be carried the six feet from the kitchen to the checkout counter.  I allowed my eyes to blur in an attempt to trick myself into thinking I was at least in the […]

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Palindrome visits Grand Rapids on the Going Rogue Bus. Where is Alanis Morissette when you need her?  From the windows of my apartment I can see three retirement homes, three buildings run by the rescue mission, and one scrap yard.  If the perpetual haze of West Michigan would have lifted this week I might have […]

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As I walked to my local coffee shop today, I counted. I’m partial to one side of the street in downtown Holland, MI.  I’ve tried the other side, but really, I have no interest in it other than looking in at the seniors eating bagged lunches at the downtown retirement home.  Brown paper lunch bags […]

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