Meet Our Readers

Head home for the holidays with us* this Wednesday. We’re bringing an appropriate housewarming gift, and special guests Sara Wolfson, Fran Hoepfner, Megan Kellie, and Lisa White. Bring your leftovers,  unresolved family baggage, and a donation for the Chicago Greater Food Depository.

*With me, at least, and it’s not so much going home as wrapping myself in the chill embrace of Chicago city limits. I think (?) Jasmine may be going somewhere, as she is a much better jet-setter.  I’m not sure. I’ll watch her Instagram. Anyway, we’re taking December off. 2018 themes and possibly special winter bonus content coming soon.

Sara Wolfson

sara wolfsonSara Wolfson isn’t sure if this is one of those bios where you’re supposed to refer to yourself in the third person, but, just to be safe, she will. Over the course of the past 20 years, Sara graduated from the University of Chicago, held down numerous jobs (most of which she left of her own accord), adopted several cats, and acknowledged that she’s probably going to die alone, except for the aforementioned cats, who will dine on her flesh over the course of several weeks until her well intentioned neighbors complain about the smell and request a wellness check from the city.

Fran Hoepfner

fran hoepfner

Fran Hoepfner is a writer and comedian from Chicago. She is currently the Associate Video Director for The Onion.






Megan Kellie

Megan Kellie is a writer/performer who has lived and worked in the three most major American cities. Her writing has been featured on NPR, the Hog Butcher podcast, and the Paper Machete. She’s won a Moth story slam and recently appeared at several open mics, which is a great way to grow spiritually. She illustrated the kid’s book “Someday a Bird Will Poop on You,” and would like to debut a series of painted, nervous cows at a coffee shop near you. Get ready to meet her unintentionally funny parents and their parents too.





Lisa White

lisa whiteLisa is a writer and editor based in Chicago. She’s worked at DNAinfo, Time Out and Chicagoist, and her writing has been featured in other outlets including Where Chicago and Gapers Block. Her writing has led to such adventures as co-writing a hot dog column (no ketchup, of course) to interviewing a slew of musicians, fulfilling her teenage rock journalist fantasy. She lives in Logan Square with her partner Justin.


Four Ladies Snarking

“This is actually a bad movie right?”
“oh yes”
“yeah but I can’t help loving it”

Cynthia*, Karlin, Irene, and myself discussing Love Actually.

I don’t have many traditions that I observe in life, and Christmas is no exception. Sometimes I give people presents (and they’re usually terrible), and occasionally I’ll remember to send cards. Am I watching the Pope celebrate Midnight Mass at the Vatican on television, or dragging myself to Our Lady of Mount Carmel?

This year I sent a few cards and made donations to college funds for a few friends’ kids. I bought a toy for a child through a toy drive, and slipped $40 to the nice lady who empties the trash bins at the office every day. I visited the Christkindlmarket three times, and only got tipsy on glühwein twice.