I have two routes for riding my bike to work. Both begin with leaving my house and taking the bike path on Woodward. For route one I turn left on Flushing and after a block or so I turn right on Johnson which I take until it Ts at Manhattan. Option two is to take […]
Category: Lifestyle
Love
Here’s how it happened: When I was nineteen I broke up with my boyfriend on his birthday. I’ve been single ever since. Curses aside, I’m not really that interested in how I got here. Although some people like to make a deal out of it. I recently dated a guy who said to me, “You’re […]
I leave the light on for when I get home
Taking inspiration from a song, I have started thinking of my past and future selves as totally different people than my present self. Following this logic, I think about the things that I do for myself as things that I am doing for my future self (a different person). And I think about things that […]
A poem
For the men* in my life who tell me how to be a better person, thanks, but please stop. *Except for, I guess, my manager. And if I specifically ask for advice from you. And Dad.
Be subversive whenever possible unless you are hungry in Long Island in which case I recommend the bacon egg and cheese sandwich from a Speedway gas station
A few months ago I read a book by Jessa Crispin called Why I Am Not a Feminist: a Feminist Manifesto. It made me mad. Crispin is critical of everyone in her book. She hates on stay-at-home moms and successful single ladies. She criticizes women who “shop for over-priced blueberries.” Then she condemns the woman […]
Wait where am I again?
So what have I been up to since January? Well I went to some protests (so many crowds), signed some internet petitions (do those even do anything?), scolded some people (inappropriate), got scolded (karma), got sick (should have seen that coming), got some supplements at Whole Foods (#thingswhitepeoplelike) and got better (but it might have […]
Spontaneous haircuts
A few years ago I was in Barcelona with my parents. (I spent the year teaching English there. They came to visit. Etc. Etc.) My mom spoke a little Spanish. My dad, almost none. One afternoon my dad went out for a walk and came back with… a haircut. My mouth fell open. But… what […]
Dear Kansas City,
Let’s be real: it’s over between us. It was a hard decision. I may (or may not) have shed a tear in my room by myself. We definitely had some good times. Remember the night we decided we wanted s’mores so we made a bonfire in June? It was so hot my eyeballs were sweating. […]
Dear Kansas City Drivers
I think you guys get a hard time from some of the cyclists in Kansas City. But the truth is: you guys are the shit. My Kansas City cycling experience varies from sunny day cycling to the depths of winter cycling. I’ve covered ground from 130th street in Shawnee to just north of the river […]
A sidewalk message
A friendly message from my neighborhood to yours:
Anne Foster 