Posts in category "Teenagers"

A first legal beer for my sons -- in Germany

A first legal beer for my sons -- in Germany
You wanna know what’s weird? Sitting for the first time in a bar across from your son and watching him drink a beer. That you bought him. I was recently blessed with the privilege of meeting up with my sons and three of their friends who spent the better part of a month backpacking and... Read more »

Preparing for an empty nest: my heart is screaming

Preparing for an empty nest: my heart is screaming
My heart was screaming. And that is the only way to describe it. I’d just dropped my 18-year-old son at the airport to catch his flight to LA for his future college’s accepted student’s weekend and had arrived back home. It was when I got back into bed (it was only 6:30 am, after all)... Read more »

Fighting Illini and Coors, because every collegiate sports team should have an official beer

Fighting Illini and Coors, because every collegiate sports team should have an official beer
Have you seen this billboard on Damen Avenue, just north of Fullerton?  The first time I drove by I almost swerved off the road while doing a spit-take. An official beer? For a college? Okay, I understand that The Fighting Illini and The University of Illinois are not entirely interchangeable. One is a fine institution... Read more »
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Gender bias or just credit card bias?

Gender bias or just credit card bias?
Over a decade ago, I put my name on the Cubs waiting list for season tickets. Me, Kim Strickland. And then I waited and waited. And then three years ago, my name finally came up! And then I had to talk my huge Cubs fan of a husband into buying those season tickets. (I have... Read more »

Saying good-bye to the best dog ever

Saying good-bye to the best dog ever
Playing God is not for the faint of heart. It’s not for anyone, really, except maybe God. We just put our dog to sleep. Wrigley had lung cancer. We’d thought it was kennel cough. Then maybe a virus. But she took a turn for the worse, and the time from diagnosis to her death was... Read more »

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 »
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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 »

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 »
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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 »