Last Sunday, on a cold Chicago afternoon, after being cooped up for most of the week, my husband and I looked at each other and said, “Let’s go bowling.” Now, nothing says wholesome family fun quite like putting on some smelly communal shoes and listening to drunk men swear at…
Last week, I wrote about smashing windows. I wrote about Comparisons and Not-Enoughs and Gotta-Haves. I wrote about wasted time and energy. I wrote about not seeing what is Real and True, about keeping myself from feeling Joy. I wrote about losing sight of what really matters. I wrote about…
I have gone around and around for the past few days about how to start this post, and I have tried several intro paragraphs on for size, but none of them seem to do the topic justice so I’m just going to jump right in. And, really, when you’ve got…
When my husband and I were first married, each Christmas season we went through the same debate. Real tree or fake? White lights or colored? Coordinated ornaments or a random collection? I, on the one hand, was an emphatic proponent of an artificial tree, one trimmed with white lights and…
When I first moved to Chicago a little over 12 years ago, I was instantly struck by the daunting presence of Chicago’s skyline, especially at night. The soaring jigsaw puzzle of buildings, illuminated in sharp contrast to the dark night sky, gives off an impression of splendor and power and…
Last night, I stepped into the bathroom, shut the door, put my head in my hands, and unleashed the loudest silent scream I could muster. What had led to this private tantrum, you might ask? It was nothing in particular, actually, just a typical harried day filled with too much…