Category Archives: age

One Square Mile

Main Street has changed quite a bit, but Peaceable Kingdom is still there with the table of toys down the center, matchbook enamel pins and wooden counter #annarbor #goinghome #nostalgia A post shared by Elleanor Chin (@elleanorchin) on Jun 1, … Continue reading

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Patchwork ROI

I have a complicated relationship with quilts. They’re one of the few things I can reliably and consistently sew. They are a significant part of my maternal family culture. My great grandmother, great aunts, and several of my aunts have … Continue reading

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Virtual Toast: 百年好合

I’ve been sickly this week and for a lot of folks these few days are very trying. So here’s something short about something sweet. One day about 27 years ago I looked in on my brother Pete and some of … Continue reading

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Panty Lines

In college someone usually had a Victoria’s Secret catalog floating around in the smoking lounge. My friends and I would peruse them and debate whether women’s bodies could actually assume the positions the models adopted, sprawled artfully on the luxurious … Continue reading

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The Black Knights and the White

I knew Brian, though not as well as some. We were rivals for a young woman’s affection when first we met and never quite got over it. I think we were, in some ways, too much alike to get along. … Continue reading

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Life of Brian: Fast Times at Commie High

Ann Arbor Michigan in the 1980s was a small town. Parts of it still smelled like tamari and dense yeast bread from the 70s, but the seedy porn shops on 4th Avenue were being replaced with more dignified establishments. And … Continue reading

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Eostre, Osiris and Martha

My Granny told me once that if you didn’t have something new to wear on Easter, the Easter Buzzards would come and vomit on you. I didn’t get anything out-n-out new this year, unless you count my eyeliner. I’m experimenting … Continue reading

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