A holiday vow from a cut-rate Scrooge
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff I’m not sure exactly when it happened, but somehow over the past dozen or so years I turned into a Scrooge on Bob Cratchit wages (which I find online...
Category: Humor
Emily Articulated: Reboots
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist I first watched the original Sex and the City TV series in my late teens (my older sister handing down her DVD box set like a family heirloom) and...
Anthems or anathema, Christmas music is part of our identity
By Ben Olson Reader Staff It was the day before Halloween when I heard the first Christmas song of 2023. I was thumbing through some costume ideas at a local store (which shall remain...
The Mating Game
By Dick Sonnichsen Reader Contributor And God said, “It is not good for man to be alone” (Genesis 2:18), thus, initiating mating rituals that remain today — men and women engaged in sometimes intimidating...
Grateful memories
‘Home’ is a moveable feast By Zach Hagadone Images of Thanksgiving — at least the idealized ones — are of tables loaded with food in cozy, home-feeling places that are filled with home-feeling people...
Celebrity worship is peak cringe
By Ben Olson Reader Staff After college, I spent about five years living and working in Los Angeles. The plan was to break into writing and directing movies, but the highest level I achieved...
Mike’s Corner: Quite the scandal
By Mike Wagoner Reader Contributor Archaeologists keep finding cool things out about us… our early history as a species… Homo Sapiens, baby… that’s who we are. Evidently an early prototype of us appeared in...
Why are you like this?
By Soncirey Mitchell Reader Staff It’s come to my attention that my life story — such as it is — could be considered less than normal, due to the presence of ghostly apparitions and...
The butcher’s binky
By Lyndsie Kiebert-Carey Reader Contributor A couple of days into this year’s rifle hunting season, my husband Alex sent me a photo. The text notification made my heart race. He’d been gone for a...
Growing old gracefully
By Dick Sonnichsen Reader Contributor I love that title phrase. If only it were true. Sadly, it isn’t. Not even close. It’s an oxymoron, a myth, a preposterous impossibility, a delusional figment of imagination. It’s...
