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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The last time I was in Florida I was puking. On Tuesday I had the best Mexican food I’ve had in Michigan in Florida.  A conference for work brought me to the strange land I like to call Orlandio.  I haven’t been anywhere exotic lately so I survive on the thrills of extra “i’s,” the […]

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There’s no daylight left in Michigan. When you wander the streets of quaint towns like Holland, MI, you overhear things being said in the local language.  Most of these words are recognizable, but recently I heard a squawk of a word that should come with a warning.  Both parts of this word come with the […]

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Culminating in thirty minutes spent searching for video clips of Michael Phelps, my week of horizontality is officially over. I’m an asterisk.  Last week I arrived home from a great trip to San Francisco and moved around the house in slow, heavy stomps.  Walls quivered as I leaned on them, faucets sweat as I gripped […]

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