Category: Chicago

Come on, White People

Come on, White People
I’ve been getting some feedback recently from white folks in my inner circle about how vocal I am about our country’s issues. I hear that someone doesn’t like the language I use, or that I should just focus on being happy, or that there is more to life than politics.   And my counter points... Read more »

White Fragility and the BLM March

White Fragility and the BLM March
White fragility is real. And white people don’t like hearing that we are part of the systemic oppression of black and brown people in our society. It makes us uncomfortable and defensive and we say stupid things like “Not all white people” in response to calmly presented statements from our African-American colleagues and acquaintances1. Here... Read more »

Marching for Hope

Marching for Hope
It’s funny how hope can change everything. Just this past June, I participated in the Chicago March for Truth with two of my three sons. While we were on the train, I told them that we were marching to demand the release of Trump’s tax returns as well as….well, just about damn near everything else.... Read more »
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The Adjustment

The Adjustment
It has been a strange thing to be homesick for movement. I got home from my travels very late on Saturday night and tried to sleep in the following morning. I had gotten used to waking at 5am and I dozed in and out of wakefulness as the sky slowly brightened.  The robins gossiped loudly outside of my... Read more »

When Talent Shows Go Bad

When Talent Shows Go Bad
At the risk of bursting some bubbles, friends, we need to talk about when well-intentioned parents put their children onstage. I know, I know…you’ve all seen my Glamour1 Shots and you may think I’m going to talk about my past life as a young beauty pageant contestant2, but we’ll dissect that nonsense another day. No,... Read more »

The Picasso

The Picasso
The day after the Blackhawks won the 2013 Stanley Cup, my son, Mike, fell and cracked his head open at the base of the Picasso sculpture. It all started when I had the well-intentioned idea of bringing the kids to the city to see the celebratory banners.  Yep, totally winning here in my self-imposed Super... Read more »
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