Archive for August 2017

This is what I'd save if I had to evacuate

This is what I'd save if I had to evacuate
Tonight is our monthly ChicagoNow’s Blogapalooz-Hour! Our community manager asked us to choose from any of the previous 54 prompts he’s sent out in the past, and I chose this one: “Write about an inanimate object you have a strong emotional attachment to.” As I’ve watched television this week and have seen folks in Houston... Read more »

Honoring those who didn't survive on my fifth cancerversary

Honoring those who didn't survive on my fifth cancerversary
Today is the fifth anniversary of my cancer diagnosis. At my December cystoscopy I fully expect to be declared NED (No Evidence of Disease). Some folks believe this five-year survival means I’m cured. I may well be. And that is good. I’m grateful to be alive and grateful to have had a low-grade cancer. But... Read more »

Seeing a flood through the eyes of a child

When I was five years old I woke up in the middle of the night needing to go to the bathroom. My dad was sleeping next to me. He told me not to worry, but the water in our house was ankle deep and he would carry me to the bathroom. “Mom’s with Michael. It’s... Read more »
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An open letter to Joss Whedon from a Buffy fan: “The hardest thing in this world is to live in it”

Dear Joss, Let me start by saying that your cheating on your wife, Kai Cole, over much of your 16-year marriage is not about me. I get that. The fact that you slept with actresses and, apparently, lots of other women does not change the fact that “Firefly” and “Buffy” are works of genius. The... Read more »

My life is cringeworthy when I'm in my own private Idaho

So, this happened via email today: Welcome to ChicagoNow’s first-ever Surprise-a-palooza! Your challenge, if you choose to accept it, is to publish a post on the given topic and publish before you go to bed tonight. Here is the topic: “Write about something you’ve done in your life that still really makes you cringe.” I can’t resist... Read more »

Writing to remember the good

I facilitate an expressive writing workshop for Gilda’s Club, and a few weeks ago, in response to a prompt, one of the writers said, “I didn’t have much to say.”  Because he is prolific, I was surprised. “Why is that?”  “Because I’m so happy,” he said. That has stayed with me, and I get it.... Read more »
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