The Chocolate-Covered CroneDec 26th, 2010 by Stella Cretek
She dared to peek over the edge of the vat and tumble in. A few gulps and she was coated from head to toe. But beneath the chocolate crust, her heart beat on...
DetourAug 24th, 2010 by Brigitte Kiepert
Brigitte departs Europe with no regrets; she lived her year there to the fullest and returns with a clearer eye and a fuller heart.
DetourJul 13th, 2010 by Brigitte Kiepert
A letter from my Great Uncle Fritz sent me on a journey along the Rhine River, deepening my appreciation for family and my German heritage.
DetourJun 29th, 2010 by Brigitte Kiepert
What’s the benefit of dealing with another family's dirty laundry (literally) five days a week? Easy: travel. I want to see the world.
A Dollar ShortSep 21st, 2009 by Molly Swenson
A dirty kitchen space at work inspires Molly to purge the mess.
A Dollar ShortAug 26th, 2009 by Molly Swenson
Honors graduate Molly's call-center training continues. This week: nothing is so certain as constant contradiction.
A Dollar ShortAug 19th, 2009 by Molly Swenson
Molly gazes longingly into the office building across the alley.
A Dollar ShortAug 11th, 2009 by Molly Swenson
Stop me if you've heard this one before: every time I start a new job, I promise myself that I am done showing up late.
A Dollar ShortAug 4th, 2009 by Molly Swenson
Can Molly afford day camp? A real life math story problem.
A Dollar ShortJul 22nd, 2009 by Molly Swenson
"Maybe it's going to be okay," I said to myself as I was stepping off the elevator. But it wasn't long before my sense of control dissipated.
A Dollar ShortJul 13th, 2009 by Molly Swenson
A passive-aggressive ode to cube farm life, in acrostic poem form.
A DOLLAR SHORTJul 6th, 2009 by Molly Swenson
My second night of training was not entirely successful. I couldn't keep up. I kept dropping important words and phrases. The technology overwhelmed me. I forgot to use the appropriate, soothing voice. I was tired and frustrated. Somehow, learning all this new stuff was incredibly stressful AND somehow boring at the same time. I spent a little time wondering how it was possible to be in a total state of fight-or-flight while simultaneously having a bad case of ennui - and then I realized that my pondering had set me back. The rest of class was about two simulated calls ahead of me.