Static Homes, Quiet Lives

By Jess Dankenbring “I’m fine right here,” says Mrs. Richardson, from her plastic chair on the front porch. “It’s hard to find places,” she went on. “I don’t want one of those high-rises. I don’t like a lot of people, and I don’t like a high-rise. A high-rise is like being in the hospital—room is Read more about Static Homes, Quiet Lives[…]

Lemons and Cheetos

By Jess Dankenbring   For some people in Highland Park, the only grocery store they know is a mini-mart. When there is a greater supply of chips and Ramen than produce, that’s what you tend to buy. When Maggie and I ventured into this grocery desert, we expected spikes in prices and aisles of nothing but Read more about Lemons and Cheetos[…]