Five Years

Sunday, July 31st, 2011

Five years. Last week, though (like the bad little blogger I’ve been lately) I only just realized, marked five years for me as a blogger. Reflecting on that time, both upon blogging and the content on which I write, I’ve experienced quite a bit of Life over those years… I fell in love. And out [...]

Like a Kid Again…

Wednesday, July 6th, 2011

My new obsession is shopping for a bike. I asked for one for my birthday last month and have been scouring the city and the internets for the perfect new ride ever since. I’ve had the same bike- a pink Schwinn mountain bike that my parents got me when I was 12 or 13, for far [...]

Biological Clock or Ticking Time Bomb?

Wednesday, August 18th, 2010

As my regular readers can attest, I. Am. Not. A. Baby. Person. But, wouldn’t you know, on a visit to Mara after The Baby was born, he actually didn’t scream bloody murder when I held him! In fact, he fell asleep.  Bizarre child. Can you imagine? Which is when my friend’s husband asked if I [...]

Conversations with Imaginary Kids

Wednesday, August 4th, 2010

Someone told me the other day that they thought I’d make a “great parent.” I have no idea what prompted this statement from them. One minute I’m nodding my head in mock-understanding of their child ferrying travails, and the next they’re envisioning me as a Mommy. They didn’t even buy me dinner first. GASP! Generally, [...]

Remembering Putz

Saturday, April 24th, 2010

I thought of you today. I do most days, but sitting on the train, looking out the window, I saw something that made me remember you all at once. The train was pushing south and I watched as the trees collected more leaves and buds the farther from Chicago I traveled. The country fields sat [...]

Overtures

Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

Something is happening with my dad. Overtures have been made. A phone call here or there. An email. A text. A question that asks “Are you happy? I hope that you’re happy.” An invite for lunch when he’s in town for a business meeting. He’s trying, but it’s all very peculiar. My heart isn’t necessarily [...]

Late Twenties Rebellion

Monday, April 12th, 2010

I never rebelled growing up. I’ve always been a reliable, “good” daughter. And yet, the verbal maneuvering and emotional posturing of my mother is resulting in a late twenties rebellion. Our phone conversation last night began innocuously enough. How’s work, what did you do this weekend, how was the movie, let’s plan Mother’s Day, and [...]