Damn The Man

Thursday, February 25th, 2010

Each morning, I stand at the bus stop. Twenty minutes later, when the bus finally arrives, I board and a sea of black greets me.
Black wool pea coats and puffer down jackets. Black berets and black gloves. Black dress shoes and ballet flats and knee high boots in black tights. Black trouser pants and skirts [...]

The Essential Art of Bus Seat Selection

Monday, January 25th, 2010

After five years in this city, I find myself  no better at bus seat selection. I get flustered and dismayed that everyone is looking at me and my mind is screaming “HURRY UP get out of everyone else’s way!” I board the bus, scan my card with a hello to the driver, and briskly approach the [...]

Ticket to Somewhere, Anywhere, Else But Here

Friday, December 4th, 2009

Every work week I’m at Union Station to catch the Metra to the suburbs. Most of the time, I mindlessly force my way through the crowds of incoming commuters, shove my way down the stairs, and board my train. This morning I wondered, what if I didn’t?
What if instead of getting on the local commuter [...]

Bitten By the Handbag Bug

Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009

I’m in love, I’m in love! And I don’t care who knows about it! Internets, I tell you, I have my sights set on one thing and one thing in particular.
We first set eyes upon one another, so to speak, one lazy afternoon on the eastbound 152. There I sat in the back of the [...]

Burned, Bruised, But On Time

Tuesday, June 16th, 2009

Most days I don’t think twice about commuting an hour and a half on public transportation to a job that’s 23.2 miles from my apartment. This is not one of those days.
After nearly four years, I may be used to the perks and perils of the reverse commute- always a prime seat on the train, [...]

Morning Follies

Wednesday, May 20th, 2009

Most mornings prove to be a mad dash to get out the door. My alarm goes off, I hit snooze, I get 10 more minutes of semi-craptacular sleep, and when it screeches at me again, I drag myself out of bed and clomp off to the bathroom to begin running the water. It takes about [...]

I Don't Know You, But I Want To

Tuesday, April 14th, 2009

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 [...]