Category Archives: Leah Mueller

When your boyfriend looks like Elvis Costello, you’d better be a new wave babe. I was the furthest thing from a new wave babe, and Rob knew it. Two years past high school, I still wore earth shoes, gray wool socks and tie-dyed wraparound skirts. Nobody in Chicago dressed like that in 1979. I attractedContinue reading “Somewhat More Than Zero by Leah Mueller”