I flew to Des Moines last Sunday, having given myself roughly 10 days to find a place to live. It took less than 24 hours. Because I live in the future, I’d done some looking online before I left Philly. I was mostly trying to get a sense …
When I started telling people in Philly that I was moving to Des Moines, among the jokes about corn and hogs and various horrified reactions at the supposed rurality, there was an oft-repeated refrain about how flat it was out there, and how different it would be. I shook my …
I’ve discovered that I have an inordinate and irrational discomfort about using a bathroom that has a light switch located outside the door. I’m a guest in the home of a wonderfully gracious colleague, who has generously allowed me to commandeer her guest bedroom while I get oriented and secure …
In Philadelphia, I don’t talk particularly fast. My speaking isn’t exactly languorous, but neither is it frantic, and it’s slowed down a bit as I’ve consciously started trying to eliminate the “ums” and the “likes” and other verbal pauses from my speech. I’m taking time to think about my words, …