Lost Journal: The Case of the Hungry, Stupid Mover
By Tim Mollen Journal entry: March 21, 2002 (age 32) If helping someone move is socially challenging for the best of friends, it is colossally awkward for complete … Read more
Tim Mollen’s “Lost Journal” column is written in retrospect. He chooses a different day from his past, and writes about it as though it were today.
By Tim Mollen Journal entry: March 21, 2002 (age 32) If helping someone move is socially challenging for the best of friends, it is colossally awkward for complete … Read more
By Tim Mollen Journal entry: September 15, 2005 (age 36) This past spring, on a shoe-shopping trip with my in-laws, a pair of black sneakers caught my eye. … Read more
By Tim Mollen Journal entry: October 20, 2004 (age 35) During the final Bush-Kerry debate, my cat, Shilo, deposited a hairball on my Scooby-Doo mouse pad. With this … Read more
By Tim Mollen Journal entry: October 1, 1976 (age 7) Once word of my broken arm reached the second-grade classroom at St. Thomas Aquinas Elementary, the goodwill machine lurched … Read more
By Tim Mollen Journal entry: September 27, 1976 (age 7) The best thing about sleeping in the top of a bunk bed is that I can reach down … Read more
By Tim Mollen Journal entry: March 10, 2004 (age 34) The following is a transcript of a recent speech I gave at a brownfield that’s being considered for … Read more
By Tim Mollen Journal entry: July 14, 2004 (age 35) Each time I enter a fast-food restaurant for the first time, there is a moment when I decide … Read more
By Tim Mollen Journal Entry: August 4, 2006 (age 37) Today, my wife, Amanda, and I drove 300 miles to attend a family reunion in Fairlee, Vermont. To be more … Read more
By Tim Mollen Journal entry: December 7, 1996 (age 27) My dad has always provided pretty solid advice regarding dating. There was the “For God’s sake, put on … Read more
By Tim Mollen Journal entry: July 21, 2006 (age 37) My 20-year high school reunion is next year. To get all my faux pas and anxieties out of … Read more