Laundry Day
Living Out Loud: : Sit or Spin
Cincinnati Laundromat Stories
0 Comments · Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Getting Change Yes, of course, I was there to clean, but in my trips to local Laundromats (I have frequented many, in search of cheaper machines and best candy selection), I uncovered some storie
Living Out Loud: : A Slap in the Face
Getting involved with child abuse
0 Comments · Wednesday, December 14, 2005
When I saw the guy repeatedly slap his young son in the face in the grocery store, I didn't do anything about it. Now I'm kicking myself for being like everybody else who also witnessed and ignored
Living Out Loud: : Me and Juan's Body
Drunken mathematics
0 Comments · Wednesday, December 7, 2005
Last night I got drunk on wine with Juan and decided to sell all my body parts on the Internet and E-Bay. The highest bidder might win, or I can accept a fixed price. The sale of body parts is app
Living Out Loud: : Dr. Scholl and Me
Complaints about getting older
0 Comments · Wednesday, November 30, 2005
I have this callus on the bottom of my right foot, and as often as I can I keep it elevated on a chair and cover that part of my foot with good old petroleum jelly -- you know, Vaseline. It helps m
Living Out Loud: : Buying the Look
Out and about with The Citizen
0 Comments · Wednesday, November 23, 2005
I always wanted a bicycle with all Campagnolo Nuovo Record parts. Made in Italy, these were universally known to sports cyclists as the finest parts made. Since I was a teenager, I'd been lusting f
Living Out Loud: : Blowing Our Own Horn
L-O-L starts its third year
0 Comments · Wednesday, November 16, 2005
This column starts its third year this week and I'm a little amazed by that. I always thought maybe we would run a year or so, readers would lose interest and it would fade away. Boy, was I wrong.
Living Out Loud: : Kristina Lives in Over-the-Rhine
The Bus Ride
0 Comments · Wednesday, November 9, 2005
I was heading back downtown from Clifton to meet up with a friend when I heard the gunshots. I looked at my watch: 3:40 p.m. The bus was approaching Over-the-Rhine, coming down Clifton Avenue just
Living Out Loud: : When Circumstances Change
Friendships
0 Comments · Wednesday, November 2, 2005
A couple months ago I flew up to Ann Arbor and visited my friend, Kathy. She's been living there for awhile now and it's been too long since we've had the opportunity to really catch up with o
Living Out Loud: : Borrowed Money
The President wouldn't approve
0 Comments · Wednesday, October 26, 2005
It's only 7:30 p.m. and already it's dusk. The night air is a little crisper than it has been. I drive with the windows down, burning gas I can't afford to waste. The neon sign on the storefront s
Living Out Loud: : Literary Lunacy
A writer's life
0 Comments · Wednesday, October 19, 2005
I have a book of short stories coming out this month. No, wait, that's been changed to the first of the year. It will be put out by a publishing company whose name you'll recognize. No wait, that p
Living Out Loud: : Unconscious Racism
Stop ignoring the obvious and demand equality for all people
0 Comments · Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Last week, I was walking from a class at UC with a friend of mine, Brenda. I was telling her about a methamphetamine article I was working on, and we started talking about cultural trends and drug u
Living Out Loud: : Those Living Dolls
Giving back to the community
0 Comments · Wednesday, October 5, 2005
When you walk past the Proud Rooster, 345 Ludlow Ave., it's kind of fun to glance over at the window and watch the cook beat some eggs, turn a burger over on the grill or watch him lift some ch
Living Out Loud: : Under the Same Roof
Conservative vs. liberal
0 Comments · Wednesday, September 28, 2005
"You're what?" asks my mom -- then my mother-in-law, then my uncle, then my other uncle. "It's not like we'll be living together," I say defensively, "We'll be in one apartment, and my dad will be
Living Out Loud: : Missing
The ghost of Carrie Culberson
0 Comments · Wednesday, September 21, 2005
The first time I heard the name Carrie Culberson in August 1996, I was in the throws of planning my first wedding. I was too distracted to feel the full impact of what was happening in small-town B
Crawfish on a Sweatshirt
0 Comments · Wednesday, September 14, 2005
I've held on to it all these years, this green sweatshirt with a big red crawfish on the front and the caption reading "New Orleans Crawfish." I found it in a bottom dresser drawer. That morning, w
