Category: Family

A Super Bowl Salute to Quarterback Moms (and by that I mean moms who are like quarterbacks and not moms of quarterbacks)

A Super Bowl Salute to Quarterback Moms (and by that I mean moms who are like quarterbacks and not moms of quarterbacks)
As we approach Super Bowl Sunday, I’ve got football on the brain. Which could explain why I’ve begun to think of myself as the quarterback of our family. In fact, I think most moms out there are the resident quarterbacks, relentless calling the plays that get their husbands and children through the multitude of appointments... Read more »

Do you know what I.C.E. stands for?

Do you know what I.C.E. stands for?
Up until a few weeks ago, I didn’t. ICE or I.C.E. stands for In Case of Emergency.  And following the designation “ICE” should be the phone number of the person you want paramedics or emergency personnel to contact if you’re incapacitated and cannot tell them yourself. If you already know about ICE, well that’s fantastic. You... Read more »

The Lincoln Restaurant is closed

The Lincoln Restaurant is closed
The iconic Lincoln Restaurant in North Center is closing its doors for good today. The diner was a throwback to a different era and I will miss seeing the giant Abe Lincoln head sign as I pass by on north Lincoln Avenue, you know, if someone eventually gets around to taking it down. I first... Read more »
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My sons are Mathletes: Guess who's laughing now?

My sons are Mathletes: Guess who's laughing now?
My sons are math geeks and I couldn’t be more proud. They are mathletes. Math Team nerds. Geeks. They call themselves geeks. They call each other geeks. I can call them math geeks. But don’t you dare. More often than not, when people ask about my boys, they’ll say, “What sports are they into?” and... Read more »

Worrying what the neighbors think: my milk cooler OCD

Worrying what the neighbors think: my milk cooler OCD
I try not to spend too much time imagining what the neighbors think of us, or more specifically, what they think of me, because it has such potential to become one more thing that keeps me up at night (besides worrying about what’s going to happen to Carol out there all alone on The Walking... Read more »

Regret not running the Chicago Marathon? The A City Mom solution

Regret not running the Chicago Marathon? The A City Mom solution
It’s that time of year again, when the marathon is over and you are full of regret because you let another year go by without running it. (Feel free to use the same excuse I used this year: Someone brought back Twinkies.) However, A City Mom believes a better choice than offering excuses is offering solutions!... Read more »
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Christmas is Coming

Christmas is Coming
My oldest son, when he hears the phrase, “Christmas is coming,” says it’s like the equivalent of hearing a Neanderthal dragging his un-manicured talons in vicious circles across a pre-historic chalkboard, you know, if there were chalkboards in pre-history. But, have I mentioned in the last fifteen minutes that all three of my children have... Read more »

Save the Cat: when bad luck turns to good

Save the Cat: when bad luck turns to good
Because I dunked my car’s cellphone charger in my cup of coffee, I saved a cat. Really. It’s weird how life works sometimes, when you think you’ve done something so totally stupid and spend the next twenty-minutes lamenting, in that, Why do these episodes of idiocy only happen to me? tone of voice. And then,... Read more »

A City Mom does not do advice, so don't read this

A City Mom does not do advice, so don't read this
“Give advice to a person, place or thing.” Oh, God no. Anything but that. Tonight for the first time in history, all the bloggers at ChicagoNow have been given a topic and a deadline. Above is the topic. One hour from now is the deadline. (Insert profanity here.) A City Mom does not do advice.... Read more »
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Chicago Bears: I’ll never watch you play again

Chicago Bears: I’ll never watch you play again
Dear Chicago Bears, I’m so sorry.  I absolutely can’t watch you play one more minute this season. It’s not you. It’s me. I’m the jinx. I’m the curse set upon you whenever I lay my eyes upon the television to watch a game. Last night? I joined the game toward the end of the second... Read more »