He is the Joe Fox to my Kathleen Kelly. The NY152 to my Shopgirl. We’ve exchanged charming emails for the past few weeks. Emails that I fervently look forward to each morning when I wake up and each night before I go to sleep. I open my laptop, click on my inbox, scrolling through the [...]
Before getting up and in the shower this morning, I read that a man died on Lake Shore Drive. It didn’t say why, but his car rolled over, hitting the embankment of the Oak Street Beach curve. Afterward, everything else about the morning went on as usual. Bags were packed. Buses came and went. Joggers [...]
I’m sorry, but I just have to say it: I effing hate Lincoln Park. Hate, hate, hate it. I hate the people, the pretension, the one-up-manship, the prosaic, white bread, same-sameness (and quite frankly, Wicker Park and Southport have gotten just as bad). For all its self-importance, Lincoln Park is little more than a fancier, [...]
“I love you, Nic.” That’s all his email said, but it made me cry. He doesn’t say things like that to me, doesn’t even talk to me very much. He used to call because he had a reason: how’s the car running, we have some of your mail, when do I have to pick you [...]
A not unhandsome man walked past me on the train this morning, smelling decidedly male. A combination of shaving cream, after shave, deodorant, cologne, man-ness. He had just the right amount of presence- not too strong, not too faint. Just enough to make me…want. I breathed it in as my mind wandered from my collection [...]
I’m not a financial whiz or economic genius. Mostly, when it comes to money I feel like I FAIL AT LIFE. Yeah, that about sums it up. Moving on…. Then, I read articles like this one wherein pinstriped British bankers were identified as leaning out their office windows yesterday, “taunting demonstrators and waving 10 pound [...]
Opening Day is this coming Monday and the Cubs’ first home night game is scheduled for April 21. This of course means I’m on borrowed time before the return of Drunk Bus. Drunk Bus is what I less-than-lovingly call the late afternoon east bound #152 during baseball season. Every time the Cubs are at home [...]
