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Posted on July 31, 2009

This isn’t one of those, “I’ll always be 29 posts.” Really. I am 36 today and I love it. The title is a reference to a night 10 years ago, wherein I made a complete ass out of myself in front of several dear friends and my future husband who at the time was just a guy I thought was trying to get in my pants and then dump me. (I had le grand chip on my shoulder.) Anyway, I had decided back when ZZ Top She’s Got Legs was the newest song on the radio that I would grow up, get married, have three sons, kick the husband to the curb and get a job that let me wear stilettos and jeans to…

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Inevitable

Posted on July 29, 2009

You hear about it all the time, people’s blogs being found out. A family member, a co-worker, a friend. I’d never really considered what I might do, and really, I imagined that it was unlikely to happen to me. Enter frosty stares, chilly glares and angry mares (self-indulgent rhyming seems appropriate in a post addressing people being mad at me for what I write.) I don’t quite know how to handle it— do I apologize? defend myself? justify? carry on as if nothing has happened? I’m really not sure. I feel fairly grounded in my right to write about my experiences, but I can cop to crossing a line. (Abba-dabba-doodler, you were heard, considered, and I hope honored.) I really don’t want to strike…

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Cents of Peace

Posted on July 28, 2009

Life is a blur of scampering out the door before open houses and squeezing in swing time and walks before bedtime and baths. My days in Chicago are already a distant memory of hot mid-day walks and twinkly nights upon the fringe of the merrymaking. I had one moment, during a walk with Leslie, that I stole for home. We were in Millennium Park and she exclaimed, “Oooh, I’m putting my feet in the water!” And before I knew it she was squatting down and yanking off her shoes. I sighed, it seemed like so much work to take my tennis shoes off in the heat and then put them back on, socks sure to be damp with sweat. She let out a sigh…

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Hey, it’s me

Posted on July 25, 2009

I wear contacts, at night I take them out and put on my glasses. Sometimes on the weekend I’ll keep my glasses on for coffee and maybe a run to the grocery store or Lowes. People know me without glasses, switch up something as little as glasses and it throws people off a bit. I’m at BlogHer. Some people know me for this blog, some people know me for my other blog, or from twitter and, well, some people don’t know me at all. Watching people’s faces as I introduce myself and they struggle to place me is odd, I know it mirrors some of my own reaching for names and connectors. Last night after one such introduction something occurred to me, say what…

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Wistful City

Posted on July 25, 2009

I have loved Chicago, I really have. As far as cities go it is beautiful with soaring buildings and architectural triumphs that delight the eye. The gardens are magnificent and for as large as it is, what I have seen has been clean and inviting. All of that being said, I find myself wishing I was with my family. The moose, oh how Avery would have squealed. The mermaid, “like a sea princess” Briar would have gushed. A street performer in head-to-toe-silver next to larger than life statues? Would have stopped them in their tracks. The funky mirror thing? Three daughters— mirrors…’nuf said. And Sean, I find him around every corner, in beautiful signage and umbrellas, in couples holding hands and dads lifting their…

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