by Jule Kucera | Oct 6, 2024 | Blog
I had a dream the other night, one of the icky ones, where you wake up in neon cobwebs. Five days later, the damp strands still cling. I was in a massive building complex that was somehow wet inside, slippery. Mostly it was rooms and hallways and stairways that went...
by Jule Kucera | Sep 29, 2024 | Blog
I’m sitting in my big chair by the window. Roxie lies stretched out on the floor nearby, tip of her tail upright (which means she’s not yet all the way asleep). The day is gray from the clouds with the rain that we needed so badly. This is nice. It’s so nice to wake...
by Jule Kucera | Sep 22, 2024 | Blog
This morning, walking Roxie on our route through International Friendship Park, the sun lower in the sky than yesterday, I stopped to talk with what appeared to be the supervisor of a construction crew, since he gestured while everyone else worked. The man had a...
by Jule Kucera | Sep 8, 2024 | Blog
What’s a medium supposed to look like? I had imagined flowing robes and crystals, but Maria Legget wore cargo pants and a sleeveless t-shirt that showed off her tattoos. Her white-gray hair was asymmetrically cut, buzzed on one side and flowy on the other. The room...
by Jule Kucera | Sep 1, 2024 | Blog
On Monday, I sat in a too-low chair in front of a too-big attorney’s desk to sign papers to sell Beloved Field. Scott was in the chair closest to the door, I was closest to the window, and Mike, his dad, was between us. I guessed Scott was in his 40s and Mike in his...
