Author Archives: Traci Cumbay
“They were in Indianapolis, where no one is ever any younger than 50, not even the scrawny kids who go underdressed to clubs, staving off the inertia of conservatism and comfort food at least till they’re chronologically 22.” A Mythic Indy story by Traci Cumbay.
“‘Our goal is uplift,’ Rosencrantz told me in a phone conversation while she and Glover waited to get on a plane to their first Heartland Film Festival.” Traci Cumbay interviews a Bright Blue Gorilla.
“There are more trucker hats and bump-its than I’ve seen in one place. 99.9% of the men have short hair, and 0.01% of the women do. The skinny, disheveled hipster boys I’m used to are elsewhere.” Traci Cumbay reports from the CrossFit Games.
“Now I live downtown. I’m like a deer, if deer wore wedge boots and lived on eggs and coffee.” Traci Cumbay celebrates her semi-walkable lifestyle.
“What I most remember about being a kid is the notion that adults knew stuff. That they had it all under control.” Traci Cumbay gives up childish notions and watches the results.
“‘No, honey, no. Your dad and I will always—always—love you.’ I go further and then regret it. ‘Sometimes ‘daddy’ means a husband or boyfriend, actually. It’s . . . ‘ impossible to explain that one.” Traci Cumbay keeps trying.
“Too bad their attraction never feels real. Even the magic of a montage that shows their bumbling progress as dance partners cannot disguise the meh between them.” Traci Cumbay has a bipolar review of Silver Linings Playbook, the film.
“You all laugh and gasp and aaaw together, anyway, as the goofy humor turns black while Becker’s situation goes from ‘holy shit’ success to unbelievable lows.” Traci Cumbay encourages the laughing and the gasping.