Icepocalypse 2021
WANT TO LISTEN TO ME NARRATE THIS ESSAY... CLICK HERE to listen to or download the Kimberly Frost MP3 Mother Nature has it in for someone in Houston. I don’t think it’s me personally, but that may change since I’m about to call her out. A little background, I grew up in the land of frozen windshields and lock de-icers in a beautiful but frequently frigid state named Michigan. For awhile, I’ve secretly suspected that the reason MI is shaped like a mitten is because it doesn’t want to lose any fingers to frostbite. For those outside the North, let me describe the scope of the problem. In 1995, we had to turn on the heat in September and didn’t get to turn it off until May, which in case you’re too lazy to do math—and let’s face it who isn’t most of the time—that’s 3/4 of the year. I was personally affronted by winter’s selfish monopoly of the calendar. And yeah, I held a grudge about it. From childhood, I’ve never felt at home in the cold. Looking back, I guess with my imagination I...