by Rachel Gladstone | May 5, 2020 | Tales from the West Side
Recently I posted an ad on Craigslist, looking for a roommate. The prospect of having to share my charming Victorian house with a complete stranger was not something that particularly excited me, but my cash flow hadn’t exactly been flowing, and in this hated state of...
by Rachel Gladstone | Apr 11, 2020 | Tales from the West Side
I always look for it, no matter the weather or time of day. Cruising down the freeway, due West, I could be headed to Memphis if I had a mind, but instead I’ll be taking the next exit and driving another eight blocks home. As I put my blinker on to change lanes and...
by Rachel Gladstone | Mar 24, 2020 | Tales from the West Side
A few years back, the exterminator who lived down the street asked me out. I’d said hello to him on occasion, the way one does with neighbors in a passing sort of way. And then, one morning, while I was walking my enormous pair of dogs, he took a left turn from the...
by Rachel Gladstone | Mar 24, 2020 | Tales from the West Side
More than anything, I wish there was such a thing as The Tree Police because I would be their Captain. An elite squadron of tree-saving ninjas, we would fight to stop the builders that are taking down dozens and dozens of trees every day in this town. I’d be stylin’...
