So apparently my post on “What Makes You Think That” struck a nerve or funny bone or whatever overused cliche you want to add there. This is good since I end up saying these things pretty much around the clock. So here is round #2. But this time around you may find me a bit …

Last weekend the City of Chicago hosted its Green Fest. A big event downtown. Lots of green people running around talking about everything from wind energy to composting. The brochure to advertise the event was the size of most news stand magazines. It was a big day for hippie green folks and all the wanna-bes …

I remember going through a phase in high school when my little group of friends and I watched the Blues Brothers endlessly. It was already an old movie by then but something about it captivated us. I doubt every adolescent of the 80’s had this obsession with Jake and Elwood, but we did. We thought …

I think I have a bit of a gardening debacle coming up. Too soon to tell for sure but if all I have been told comes true, I am about to wrestle with the radishes. I’ve dabbled in gardening on and off over the past 5 years or so. Sort of the way I dabble …

I think that I may not be cut out for motherhood. I probably should have come to this conclusion before I birthed three children. But there are days when I think that I just cannot do this mommy thing for one moment longer. It always seems to me like the other moms I see have …

I think I grew up in the best little neighborhood on the planet. ever. And if you happen to disagree, I challenge you to some sort of a duel, my childhood gang versus yours. We could take you. I spent my childhood in the suburbs of Chicago where strip malls reign supreme. But I happened …

I’m super paranoid about skin cancer. I spent the better part of the 1980’s lying on a beach towel, on my driveway, with baby oil and all my neighborhood friends. We had to be tan. We bleached our hair out with Sun In, took great pride in sunburned noses, and sat around waiting for all …

I spent Mother’s Day Weekend in Wisconsin. I love it there. I know that most of the people there probably hate me and my type, but I love it there. My type are the hoards of stressed out urbanites from Chicago (a metropolitan area of 9.5 million) who race across the border every Friday afternoon …

Confession time. I listen to talk radio. And I like it. There was a time when I thought this signaled the death of one’s youth and confirmation of some old lady status. I remember the summer I worked at Bible Camp and there was this guy on staff, who was one of the most incredible …

It’s 8:30 PM on a Monday night. I am blogging and watching House Hunters. Love that Suzanne Hwang. My dear husband is outside working on my garden. He’s pouring bags of hummus and organic matter and compost and cow poop into the 12 X 8 plot of land we’ve set aside to grow our own …