All posts of Mia Pohlman

Supper. It’s what’s for dinner.

Which words that you have collected throughout your life are words that matter to you? Dialect delights me. I love hearing people with a distinct way of talking speak, love listening to their vocabulary, feeling the cadence of the rhythms of their words and understanding the patterns with which they use them. I am fascinated […]

What I learned from Portland.

No, it wasn’t to put a bird on it. What impressed me most about Portland while I was visiting was not its weirdness; I didn’t see a single unicyclist the whole 96 hours I was there. (I was sorely disappointed; my college alma mater was stranger than Portland.) Nope. What impressed me most about Portland […]

What I Learned from a Piece of Cake in a Foreign Country

It happened at a cake bar, across the bridge in Regensburg, Germany: it was already dark outside, and there were only a few pieces of cake left as my sister, mom, dad and I wandered inside. We spoke a little German, but not much, and the worker switched to speaking his effortful English for us. […]