November 10th, 2009

The DNA of Love

I’ve had the crud for more than a month now. It’s become a way of life.

Headache. Tummy torment. Vomit. A valley of frogs in my throat that gives me a hint of what I might sound like if I were to undergo sexual reassignment surgery.

Miraculously it has not affected my husband. He is Superman fighting off illness in a single bound. Son Jay who was always claiming to have some exotic disease when he was younger has grown out of that stage. Now he prefers to go into extraordinary detail about medical diseases in all of their gross glory.

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By Dawn Yun

July 6th, 2009

Oh, Shit. An Eco-Friendly Bag that Can Not Be Reused

When I used to think about shit in a bag, I would envision some evil teen schoolmate running away from a hated neighbor’s door, with the bag engulfed in flames on the door mat. Obvious signs of boredom in the sleepy desert town that I grew up in.

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By Jennifer O'Shaughnessy