Robyn Jordan, Author at Narratively

Robyn Jordan

Robyn Jordan is a Seattle-based cartoonist and elementary art teacher. Her (often-food-centric) illustrations have appeared in The Stranger, Diner Journal and other publications.

Stories By Robyn Jordan

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Ten Lives: A Man and a Cat at Death’s Door

Story by Robyn Jordan | October 29, 2014

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Grandmother’s Gelato

Story by Oscar Lopez | August 5, 2014

Where generational and class gaps are filled in completely.

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The Bubblegum Cigarette Racket

Story by James Thorne | August 5, 2014

My brief boyhood interaction with the maybe-not-so-innocent neighborhood ice cream man.

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A Taste of Communist Chocolate

Story by Brendan Spiegel | August 5, 2014

Sometimes all you need is just a little bit of ice cream...even in Cuba.

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Sundae Girls

Story by Allyson McCabe | August 5, 2014

If you have to work in the food industry, you want it to be in an ice cream parlor, right...right?

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The Real Thing

Story by Marcy Franklin | August 5, 2014

Can ice cream ever really be replaced?

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The Shake of Death

Story by Georgia Perry | August 5, 2014

Can vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry survive the test of time?

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