On the limits of dimestore self-improvement. Here’s some nonsense for my facefriends…All this time and I still can’t hold a conversation in Spanish with my irl friends or beat Emily at chess. The real...

Written twenty-four hours before moving east, in 2013. T -24 hours to liftoff into our new life in New England. Chicago, I composed a loving and fond farewell message in my wee little brain but, alas,...