Category: Chicago
The Sweet Music of Friendship
Our friendship began in a cinder block suite in the now non-existent Lee Hall at Southeastern Louisiana University. We bonded over bottles of Riunite purchased with small change and shared packs of Virginia Slims menthol cigarettes. I don’t know why but I fell in… Continue Reading “The Sweet Music of Friendship”
The Magical Hats of the Monaco
There’s no snow on the ground in Southwest Michigan. For the second year in a row, we are moaning about the snowless holiday which makes it seem more like September than Christmas in Michigan. And to make matters worse, temps soared into the upper… Continue Reading “The Magical Hats of the Monaco”
A Break from the Routine
Last night my friend Jill and I saw the play “Tiny Beautiful Things” in a Lincoln Park theater. The play brings to life Cheryl Strayed’s advice column called Dear Sugar. Several years ago on one of the best vacations of my life, I hiked… Continue Reading “A Break from the Routine”
The Morning Mixer
Ashok got me up at about 6 AM our time -5 AM Chicago time- insistent to go walk. We made our way down from our high-rise perch into the weird early daylight in Chicago. We went to bed in daylight and got up in… Continue Reading “The Morning Mixer”
Living in the Flow
I’d like to write but the topic eludes me. Writing seems so “not present” at the moment. I’d really rather set up a coffee date with you and tell you all about it over a warm beverage. I tried to find a topic in… Continue Reading “Living in the Flow”
Chicago From a Window Seat
A man on the streetcorner amplifies his voice through a bullhorn. “Jesus loves you,” he screams to no one in particular. A taxi horn toot-toots. Shoppers swarm across the bridge wearing dark coats, bright hats and multi-colored gloves as if it’s a uniform. The… Continue Reading “Chicago From a Window Seat”
Gratitude
What a glorious day my higher power hath made! What am I grateful for? I spent the day with Nancy who traveled with me through relapse, recovery, divorce and rebirth. She’s one of those easy friends who totally gets my story and loves me… Continue Reading “Gratitude”
A Chicago Dream
“If you quit drinking so much water, do you think you wouldn’t ‘go’ as much?” she yelled in the quiet restaurant. “What?”, he snapped back. “If you didn’t drink so much water, do you think you would ‘go’ so much?” Chicago speaks loudly but… Continue Reading “A Chicago Dream”
Hits of the Past Week
Midlife Moments 