It’s the beginning of a long and cantankerous month of candidate interviews for the mid-term elections of 2010. So far, things are going swimmingly. Still, as this candidate and I talk ...
No one likes to be wrong, but the YS editorial staff absolutely abhors it. It’s a serious problem. It’s to the point of abnormality, usually involving super nerdy topics like verbs and ...
I don’t claim to be a “rafter,” but I have flown down rapids through town and country, ravines and canyon walls. It’s a frantic, frightful rush that leaves you wanting more, going ...
I grew up taking naps under a massage table. During the spring and summer, my father, a sports massage therapist and coach, would spend weekends working at races, tournaments and bouts of ...
Last month, an “unapologetically Christian” school decided it would not advertise within these pages because YS had featured a gay man in the February single’s issue. The school, ...
I was never attracted to the idea of being a farmer, even though amber waves of grain flow through my blood.
But the farm-fresh revolution—which has hit local menus, shops, bookstores ...
They call her the Red Tornado.
She’s a fierce gust that never enters a room unnoticed, raising heart rates and blood pressure and leaving windblown those in her way. Her flash of red ...
Stephanie, the one female student in the small class, was reading aloud when I walked in and took a seat at a large table along with six students. Despite the interruption, she plugged ...
I thought the Paris Hilton fad was done. I thought we were over her, and by “we,” I mean whoever found her worthy of attention in the first place.
I thought it was now uncool to ...
Rage Against the Machine
It’s the beginning of a long and cantankerous month of candidate interviews for the mid-term elections of 2010. So far, things are going swimmingly. Still, as this candidate and I talk ...