Archive for February 2016

The Hole That Fills Me Up

The definition of “hole” is that of an empty space, a hollow place.  I know from holes, as my heart has quite a few of them.  Plus, I live in Chicago, so my winters are spent swerving to miss driving through potholes.  Those holes suck.  And one of the best pieces of writing I’ve even... Read more »

6 Valuable Tips for Talking About Race With Young Children

I live in Chicago, one of the most racially and class based segregated cities in America.  Knowing this, and loving this city despite its deep flaws, when we purchased a home, my husband and I opted to find a neighborhood that was diverse, both economically and racially.  It was no easy feat. When we started... Read more »

DONNA DAY 2016: There Was a Time When Every Day Was Donna Day

There was a time in my life, not too long ago, actually, when every day was Donna Day.  Every day revolved around caring for our little girl with cancer.  If it weren’t medical procedures, clinic visits, or home health nursing visits, it was time spent showing Donna what a wonderful, beautiful place the world was.... Read more »

A Conversation with My 7 Year Old

“I know what I want to be when I grow up!,” he exclaimed as we pulled away from school.  “What’s that,?” I asked.  “An architect!”  Being a fan of architects and architecture, this thrills me.  Our youngest is named after one of Chicago’s best known architects, so it’s definitely kind of a thing for me.... Read more »

The Orange Balloon: A Story About Grief and Living

Once upon a time I took my daughter to the grocery store.  She was in the midst of cancer treatment, but it was that brief time of the month in between her chemo sessions that she was able to walk and breathe freely amongst others in the world.  We got pretty efficient at packing 30... Read more »

Married with Kids

“Married with kids” is both a description of who I am, but also what I do.  I am married with kids, yes, but I also think of marriage and kids as verbs.  Marriage is work, a process, a state of being.  Having kids, raising kids properly, is certainly work.  Perhaps more of a vocation, really.... Read more »