Classmates’ Mugshots on the Evening News

Classmates' Mugshots

Reading Time: 3 minutes *Names changed for those I gossip about because that shit is embarrassing  One of the great mysteries of being from a small, mid-west town: There were only 60 people in my graduating class but the number of classmates whose mugshots appear on the local evening news is infinite. When my mother sees my high school classmates’ mugshots on the tristate news—KFVS12, live, local, late-breaking!—she will thoughtfully record the clip on her cell phone.   Then she sends

And then what happened?

The Pony

The Pony

Reading Time: 4 minutes Cape Girardeau, Missouri, colloquially known as “Cape”, was populated for probably more than 12,000 years. But not surprisingly, it is named after a French trader who set up shop a measly 289 years ago.  Cape is a college town that sits on the banks of the Mississippi River. Historic, downtown Cape Girardeau is lined with quaint restaurants, antique shops, and popular bars. Downtown Cape is undoubtedly the ‘it’ spot in an area void of ‘it’ spots.

And then what happened?

Aunt Lovetta

Great Aunt Lovetta

Reading Time: 3 minutes I was riding my bicycle home and was going downhill. My mind was wandering. It was dusk and as I picked up speed, bugs were slapping me in the face. I pursed my lips tight to keep them from getting in my mouth and I was reminded of my great-aunt Lovetta. I only met her once. I think she was my grandpa’s baby sister.  It was the act of consciously trying to avoid swallowing a bug,

And then what happened?

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About Pretty Tacky

About Pretty Tacky

Hi, I'm Caitlan. Welcome to Pretty Tacky, my essay collection. Get ready to read about a DWI on a riding lawn mower and family on the Jerry Springer show. When I'm not writing about growing up a heathen hick, I write about immigrating to a tropical oven abroad and job hopping from archaeologist to teacher to translator to corporate copywriter. I can't commit 'cause I'd just rather be writing, baby. Can you relate?

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