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Caroline Dohack
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Bright colors. Loud noises.
A movie that takes place where you’re from:
November 24, 2025 at 1:42 AM
Roughly a decade after its closure, Sbarro is returning to the Columbia Mall. I imagine some grotesque zombie iteration a la The Mountain in "Game of Thrones."
November 20, 2025 at 3:27 PM
Oh, just listening to Death Cab and reading about ticks.
November 7, 2025 at 3:22 PM
Take your victory lap, girlfriend.
November 6, 2025 at 8:11 PM
Nine years ago today I was in the market for an anti-cannibalism ointment.
November 3, 2025 at 6:44 PM
I am just a bumpkin and had no idea bratwurst patties were a thing that exists.
November 2, 2025 at 2:06 PM
A Trader Joe's, years and years fervently prayed for, has opened in my town. I love the way the graphic designer pieced together a timeline of grocery lust. (And how fun to see my old colleagues' names and faces in some of the newspaper clippings.)
Columbia begged for a Trader Joe's for two decades. Now we finally have one.
From Facebook groups to newspaper columns, Columbia residents have been petitioning for Trader Joe's since 2004.
www.columbiamissourian.com
October 31, 2025 at 3:50 PM
Jabronis, all.
Was looking through a pre-trial brief for a lawsuits around the Missouri redistricting referendum. Chuck Hatfield of People Not Politicians quoted The Rock (and then included a footnote where Travis Kelce quoted The Rock):
October 31, 2025 at 1:24 PM
What a delight.
It’s rare that a headline outlasts the person who wrote it. But long after Bill Brink’s father had died, “Ford to City: Drop Dead” endures in the national consciousness.
50 Years Ago, My Father Wrote the Headline ‘Ford to City: Drop Dead’
It’s rare that a headline outlasts the person who wrote it. But long after my father’s death, “Ford to City: Drop Dead” still reverberates.
nyti.ms
October 30, 2025 at 5:59 PM
My dog, my cargo pants and I were on the local news talking about the price of Reese's cups.
October 29, 2025 at 2:55 PM
Reposted by Caroline Dohack
“Buck naked” is unclothed.

“Butt naked” is unclothed and up to something.
Not to be THAT dictionary, but…

It’s ‘per se,’ not ‘per say.’
It’s ‘dog-eat-dog world,’ not ‘doggy-dog world.’
It’s ‘hunger pangs,’ not ‘hunger pains.’
It’s ‘one and the same,’ not ‘one in the same.’
It's 'buck naked,' not 'butt naked.'
October 20, 2025 at 6:12 PM
I am so tickled that Mizzou's Raptor Rehabilitation Project cares for an American kestrel named Grace, who also goes by the name Murder Toes.
Mizzou’s raptors get the Wingspan treatment
Learn about the College of Veterinary Medicine’s Raptor Rehabilitation Program and its educational birds through cards inspired by the wildly popular game.
showme.missouri.edu
October 7, 2025 at 1:27 PM
It is Vegetarian Awareness Month! I hope you are aware of me.
October 2, 2025 at 1:47 PM
Once, when I worked at the newspaper, Axe sent me a box of men's body sprays. They suggested I do a fun reader giveaway, but I wasn't about to loose that on society so I tossed the box in a corner. Sometimes the smokers would snag one for a poor man's pyrotechnics display in the back lot.
September 29, 2025 at 3:38 PM
The Kansas City Star is a paragon of impactful local news.
September 25, 2025 at 6:13 PM
My greatest ambition is to be the type of woman who can get away with calling everyone "kitten" as a term of endearment without sounding creepy and/or affected.
September 25, 2025 at 2:46 PM
There are men on my roof and they are listening to rap metal.
September 24, 2025 at 7:54 PM
Reposted by Caroline Dohack
Much like meditation, listening to St. Alan's "Chattahoochee" once a day will (quite literally) restructure your brain for the better
I've been on a 90s country kick for two weeks and I think it's altered my neural pathways.
September 23, 2025 at 5:47 PM
I've been on a 90s country kick for two weeks and I think it's altered my neural pathways.
September 23, 2025 at 5:31 PM
Reposted by Caroline Dohack
A Writer's Prayer:

Lord grant me...
The self-import of an autofiction writer
The grand delusion of a genre writer
The moral superiority of a lit writer
and the forced pensiveness of a poet

Amen
September 22, 2025 at 1:58 PM
Last night @aarikdanielsen.bsky.social and @hollypelesky.bsky.social hosted a writers karaoke at Cafe Berlin, and it was so much fun. This is probably my favorite-ever photo of me and Aarik. Although we aren't siblings by blood, we are set of denim-clad wondertwins.
September 22, 2025 at 1:17 PM
It's been about nine years since I left my newspaper job but I still think in column inches vs. word count.
September 12, 2025 at 1:37 PM
Someone emailed "Coutos to you!" and I can't stop smiling. I assume there's a very personal etymology behind this spelling and I am sure it is wonderful.
September 11, 2025 at 2:57 PM
This NYT illustration is exactly my shopping cart every time I go to the store and I'm feeling some shame.
September 9, 2025 at 12:34 PM
My mom had some native plants shipped to my house and when I stepped outside to retrieve the box there was a butterfly acting like she wanted to get into it and aww it was just like when my dog gets excited over our monthly Chewy delivery.
September 8, 2025 at 1:20 PM