Posts in category "Chicago"

Celebrating Mother's Day: Forget the Gifts, Let's Hear the Stories!

I couldn’t help but share the essay I read at the Listen To Your Mother Show at The Athenaeum Theatre this past Sunday. An amazing experience which only confirms that everyone has a story to tell. I thought for sure my mundane silly story would just amuse but found many women approaching me after the show... Read more »

I Thought I Knew Everything About Babies Until I Had One

I Thought I Knew Everything About Babies Until I Had One
Last week, Tracy Jensen, aka ChiMomWriter, wrote about what she has learn by being a parent for four years. I’m still a little wet behind the ears compared to her parenting experience and knowledge. I was 34 when I got pregnant. I’ve babysat for years, been to too many baby showers, had many friends with... Read more »

Spring Cleaning: Home Office and Paperwork for Week 4 of the Simple Mom Challenge

This room has been a rotating mess since we moved into our new house last June. First it held all of our baby shower gifts, then all of the hand-me-down baby clothes from my sister, then it became my home office, then the keeper of all things paper! For months after Mr. C was born... Read more »
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Breastfeeding a 4 year old?

Recently, a friend told me a story about being asked to vacate a room at her doctor’s office so a mother could breastfeed her four-year-old child. Another friend of mine likes to tell the story about a mom she met who only fed her child breast milk until the age of two.  We all hear... Read more »

S#%t Chicagoans Say: Accurate or One Sided?

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I love “Shit Girls Say”. I especially love the chip crunching. Here it is in case you haven’t seen it. This video has inspired hundreds of imitators. Recently, I came across “Shit Chicagoans Say”, posted on the Inside Chicago Improv blog here at Chicago Now. I thought it was pretty funny. If you watch it... Read more »

Fish out of water

Fish out of water
Last year, I dug up my roots. I packed them into a minivan full of kids, tootsie pops and faith in our future – then drove them 1300 miles to our new home. Actually, it was my fella who did most of the driving – but let’s not split hairs. The point is, I left... Read more »
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