Valerie Hayman Sklar
Friday, September 19, 2014
To get noticed in a busy college town with many student housing options, sometimes you’ve got to make a little noise. Literally.
It was the fall of 2013 in Murfreesboro, Tennessee, and the Middle Tennessee State University fall semester was in session. Days were shorter. Temperatures were cooler. Leaves were turning. And the MTSU students were eagerly anticipating the start of basketball season...
Thursday, May 29, 2014
I, like most kids, was obsessed with the ice cream truck. Whenever my brother and I heard that classic melody nearby, we’d run upstairs and grab a handful of coins from our Dad’s dresser. Technically stealing, but I see it as borrowing. And I’ve repaid him in blog mentions, so we’re even.
The ice cream was obviously a high point, but I was also in love with this gum you could buy that had a...
Thursday, May 1, 2014
I once had an Amazon package stolen from in front of my apartment door. I’d ordered “The Snowy Day” and “Harold and the Purple Crayon” (only the two best books ever) for my boss’ baby shower, though as I stood there realizing they’d been snatched from under me, I related far more to “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.”
Still, I have to think the joke’s on them. There has...
Thursday, March 20, 2014
The first day of my high school French II class, the teacher turned to me and said, “Comment allez-vous?” (Translation: How are you?)
“J’em appelle Lauren,” I replied. (Translation: My name is Lauren.)
The teacher seemed confused—most likely because I couldn’t understand the most basic French after a full year—and shook her head. “Comment allez-vous?” she repeated.
“J’EM APPELLE LAUREN.”