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 [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

Spectator

Thursday, April 9th, 2009

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 [...]

To Be Kissed

Friday, April 3rd, 2009

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 [...]