Melodee Mabbitt is not a good bowler. Growing up in Flint, Michigan in the 90’s, there wasn’t much else for the children of autoworkers to do except hang at bowling alleys. Luckily for Melodee, the pinball games didn’t mind that she could barely break 100 pins. She flipped with the same lack of skill, but more heart, and eventually learned that earning invitations to the bowling alley meant she’d have to be humble, funny and willing to entertain herself while others bowled. Today, Melodee is a decent writer, not the worst flipper and still a terrible bowler.
