Readers, let's talk about Canadian Geese. Specifically how they're so mean and how they.  are. everywhere. I know geese are not unique to the upper Midwest, yet it's really difficult to imagine them being anywhere else because it seems like they are all living in my town. It wouldn't be a problem if they weren't … Continue reading Geese.

I Could Meditate or I Could…Not.

It's already mid-February, which means in Minnesota/Wisconsin it's still cold AF. It also means we are all on our way to being our own heroes and finally sticking with and accomplishing our New Year's Resolutions, right? RIGHT? One of the things I did on New Year's Eve (because it was too cold to actually think … Continue reading I Could Meditate or I Could…Not.

The 2C: the Story of an Iconic Love

There are some love stories that are simply iconic. Romeo and Juliet... and others, I'm sure. Can you tell I don't spend a ton of time with romance? But that's all changed now. Two years ago, I had a job that required me to travel from the Twin Cities to Eau Claire, Wisconsin once a week. … Continue reading The 2C: the Story of an Iconic Love

Gym Class Heroes & Zeroes

A few months ago, some of my coworkers and I were talking about the hellish experience of gym class. Don’t get me wrong, I was always down for a good game dodge ball, as I could always control my level of engagement (or lack thereof) by shielding myself behind my more ambitious classmates (AKA goddamn … Continue reading Gym Class Heroes & Zeroes


If you haven’t heard, memoirs are kind of in right now, and while I like to write, you probably won’t catch me writing one. This isn’t out of disrespect for the genre; in fact, I won’t try my hand at a memoir because I have too much respect for it. Honestly, what would I possibly … Continue reading Memoir

Ripped Pants and 5 Hours from Home: The Erin Stevens Story

One month ago, I found myself 5 hours away from my Minneapolis apartment with ripped jeggings. I was just sitting down to have a nice meal with my family when I felt a bit of a draft. I looked down, fearing the worst. Sure enough there it was, on the inside of my right thigh. A nice, … Continue reading Ripped Pants and 5 Hours from Home: The Erin Stevens Story

Erin and the Congressman

I never aspired to have a career in politics, but sometimes politics choose YOU. That's what happened to me. They start 'em young in Buffalo, New York, which is where I attended K-3rd grade before journeying Westward to Wisco. Second grade isn't too early to start learning about the good ole American government, and so … Continue reading Erin and the Congressman

When There’s too much Farm on the Table

Let me start by saying no one was hurt during the retelling of this story. Unless you count my gag reflexes as a person, in which case they've been thoroughly exercised as I retell what was truly one of the grossest things to happen to me. It was a Wednesday night, and I was hungry. … Continue reading When There’s too much Farm on the Table