A smattering of Jessica Carney's essays published around the web

“He pointed at me, and I know he wanted me to come up on stage,” said an attractive, drunk, 30ish-year-old woman at Nelly’s concert.

Sir, despite what you might have been thinking, that ticket scanner will not get you into future concerts. It’s not like an all-access pass. I cannot imagine the look on the ushers’ faces if you try to hold out a scanner for them to scan. 

One writer reflects on what Trek means for her family

There is no power like the star power of being an undecided Iowa voter, and my mom is making the most of it.

Our neighbors were woefully missing those qualities. The next day, they started questioning which dog was the attacker, never mind that their dog was completely unharmed.

Travel changes what ‘home’ means to me, in ways that surprise myself and my Uber drivers.

Even though it’s against my nature, being obsessively organized is one way I’ve learned to cope with my chronic pain.