“I wrote 63 songs this year. They’re all about Jeter.” Just kidding. The game we love, the players we hate, and more.
From Norman Mailer to Wendy Pepper — everything on film, TV, books, music, and snacks (shut up, raisins), plus the Girls’ Bike Club.
Helping public schools, winning prizes, sending a crazy lady in a tomato costume out in public.
Monologues, travelogues, fiction, and fart humor. And hens. Don’t forget the hens.
The Tomato Nation advice column addresses your questions on etiquette, grammar, romance, and pet misbehavior. Ask The Readers about books or fashion today!
I hadn’t let myself dwell on it, because what good would it have done except to paralyze me, but a part of me believed I wouldn’t get to California, that I would end up towed …
A man from Fresno quizzed me in the parking lot, not about the car, but about whether I’d come all that way by myself. “Courage…courage,” he said. I hadn’t thought of it that way…or not …
by Sarah D. Bunting
Playing a game in the car, 9-year-old Mary (Perla Haley-Jardine) covers her 16-year-old sister Kelly’s (Willa Holland) eyes. Then she covers her mother’s eyes for a minute, as a joke — but …
I stopped at a CVS on the way out of town to restock on sunscreen and snacks — a warehouse-size store with slot machines by the checkout. At ten in the morning, most of the …
by Tara Ariano
Dirty Dancing might be the first dance movie I ever really loved. I was thirteen when it came out, and my worry in revisiting it at the age of thirty-six was that it …
I began the day in a mood of grim exhilaration: the route promised the most daunting driving yet. The locals have accustomed themselves to it, no doubt, and developed methods of timing their drives and …
I’ve had Grandma on my mind a lot since Tuesday, the anniversary of her death. Thanks to the revelation the other day that the swimming hole is not an artifact of Twain’s America, but still …
I dragged my feet. I checked every room twice more than I needed to, in case I’d overlooked a cord, or a watch — I even “checked” outside, where none of these things would have …
by Adam Grosswirth
When Vlad (Vlad? Really?) arrives at musical-theater-themed Camp Ovation, he causes a stir by being the only new guy in a clique full of outcasts who’ve been coming to camp for many summers …
It dawned hot, still humid, and I was up by then. I’d slept like shit — no dreams, but waking up every hour, forgetting where I was and why I had come there. I spent …