Gross

Gross

I‘ve spent much of the evening holed up in the basement because of the severe weather warnings in Lincoln. First the thunderstorm warnings, then the tornado warnings, and now the flash flood warnings. The sirens have sounded at least three times. It’s nice and cozy down here, cool because of the underground and because of the silver commercial grade fan that my dad bought (because he believed commercial grade fans were the …

Checking Out

The woman in front of me in the checkout lane looked back and saw the dozen red roses I was holding. The cashier scanned food and sent it down the conveyor belt, I scanned the headlines of the magazines lining the racks in the lane, and the woman focused on the roses.

“I wish someone would surprise me with roses,” she said—not to me, or to the cashier, really. She just said …