For crying out loud I’m in the middle of a transition and I HATE transitions. HATE THEM. Every week is different. I can’t catch up. I’ve stopped writing a to-do list because THERE ARE NO MORE LINES. I know I can use my time better – to write, to read, to workout, to plan lessons, etc. etc., but I just… View Post

   I couldn’t let an opportunity go by to strike a pose in front of  the OPRF Varsity Drill Team poster with Celena and my girls. There’s Hadley in action on the soccer field.  Hadley loves soccer, but you know what? Hadley loves everything that involves a group of people doing something. I found a new (to me) sandwich shop… View Post

Two things would be sure to happen on my wedding day: 1) I would wear a dress that Scarlet O’Hara would be envious of, and 2) my Grandpa would do the ceremony. My then boyfriend, Jesse, asked me to marry him one crisp evening in November. The following I day, I asked my Grandpa if he would officiate it. Then… View Post

  {Home} after a weekend in Chicago where I went to my 20 year high school reunion on one day, and a memorial service for my Grandpa on the next day.  I’m quite conflicted about this pairing of events. I spent a lot of time writing about high school for my thesis and back in Oak Park, as I walked… View Post

Dear Mabel Day, Once upon a time your daddy and I had nothing to do on New Years’ Eve. We were in high school, I was a junior and he a freshman, and our parents, your grandparents, left for the evening’s festivities with their friends, leaving your dad and I by ourselves. We called some friends and we thought that,… View Post