Tag: Chicago

Restlessness and Radiation in the Rain

Restlessness and Radiation in the Rain
The drive to radiation is wet. Unseasonable rain pounds the windshield, causes semi-trucks to loom larger in the inconsistent traffic. Mike is tired. I am tired. The radiation fatigues his brain to the extreme, and his sleep is interrupted over and over again each night. I am tired because I do not go to bed until... Read more »

An Unfiltered and Exhausted Reflection on My Recently Deceased Sister

An Unfiltered and Exhausted Reflection on My Recently Deceased Sister
One of the most formative moments of my life was the afternoon my older sister first tried to kill herself. I was sixteen, a college student, in the middle of a studio art class I adored. My cell phone rang and I took it into the hall. It was my younger sister, in a rush... Read more »

Singing Diyenu in a Hospital in the Midst of a Plague

Singing Diyenu in a Hospital in the Midst of a Plague
This has been a hard month. Despite the difficulties, I am trying to be mindful. I am trying to be present. And because Passover begins in two days, I am expressing myself through pesadech trope. If they had done a successful surgery but I wasn’t permitted to stay in the hospital, dayenu. If I had been... Read more »
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In Memory of JM Bates

In Memory of JM Bates
Because I know she hated when I made everything about me, but I’m grieving so I’m going to do it anyway, here’s a little story about how I met her. The year after I left art school set in motion everything that has so far happened in the rest of my life. I began working... Read more »

When Morning Comes to the Neuro-ICU

When Morning Comes to the Neuro-ICU
The view from my husband’s room in the ICU is beautiful. Greenery, architecture; water that shimmered in crisp blues before darkening into the horizon yesterday afternoon is now the heather gray of the lightening sky, reflecting the brilliant oranges and yellows of the rising sun. It’s beautiful, but inconvenient. Laying the in ICU, he doesn’t want to... Read more »

When Some Children Matter and Some Don't

When Some Children Matter and Some Don't
A few months ago, a little boy in my community was murdered through abuse and neglect. It ripped a hole through the fabric of my town; nearly every family reeled at the thought of what had been done to that little boy. The town, the whole county, adorned itself in blue ribbons, tied around fenceposts... Read more »
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A Feminist Mom on a Date with King Liz

A Feminist Mom on a Date with King Liz
On Thursday, M and I went to see a show at the Windy City Playhouse*- King Liz. King Liz is a play (something I love) ostensibly about basketball (something M loves) and feminism (something we both care about deeply). It seemed like a slam dunk of a date night, if you’ll pardon the pun. The question as to... Read more »

Standing Up For My Family

Standing Up For My Family
Two days ago, I stood in front of my Congressman’s office and spoke about what the AHCA means for my family.   Part of me wants to pause right here and make excuses for my appearance. For not being thin enough, or pretty enough, or whatever it is I think I must be to be... Read more »

Begging My Congressman For My Family's Lives

Begging My Congressman For My Family's Lives
It seems impossibly cruel, and yet, this is the life I currently live. One where, by hook or by crook, by any means accessible, I have to find a way to literally beg my Congressman not to kill my family. Let me take a step back. Almost ten years ago, my life turned upside down. In... Read more »
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Save AmeriCorps!

Save AmeriCorps!
I want to tell you about my two years of National Service with AmeriCorps. When I was 19 I became a VISTA, for the Chicago Housing Authority Recycling Buy-back Program. We provided alternate income sources for people living in public housing, employment opportunities for people who might have otherwise been denied jobs, supported locally owned... Read more »