Archive for June 2016

You Be Happy, Mama

Sometimes it’s a question, sometimes a demand posed to me by my two year old.  “You be happy, Mama?” has become a common phrase in our home over the past few weeks.  My little one with his bright blue eyes and red, red lips and long blond curls looks up at me, pleadingly, “You be... Read more »

Camp Mom: Muck My Life

This is a cross post blog experiment with dear friend and fellow blogger Katy from I Got a Dumpster Family.  You can read Katy’s post HERE.   I love my friend, Katy.  She is awesome and amazing and so dear to me.  She wears high heels and red lipstick and is smart as a whip... Read more »

In Defense of the AR-15

One of these is not like the other.
Earlier this week America experienced its most lethal mass shooting in history.  Fifty people dead, including the shooter, fifty-three more injured. These mass shootings feel almost inevitable to me now, part of our culture. I feel myself numbing to them, this despite two acquaintances of acquaintances being among the victims in Orlando.  I am shamed... Read more »

TOOT TOOT: That's Me Blowing My Own Horn!

This post is part of ChicagoNow’s monthly “blogapalooza” series, where our community manager provides a writing prompt to all bloggers with the only rule being it must be published within one hour.  This month’s prompt: “Write about a period in your life when you were at your best.” Dammit.  This is a tough thing to... Read more »

When Choosing Hope is Hard: Some Thoughts On Modern Life

These days . . .  they are hard.  Brutal days, for so many people.  Being gay isn’t easy.  Being black isn’t easy.  Being Latino isn’t easy.  Being Muslim isn’t easy.  Being a police officer isn’t easy.  Being a woman isn’t easy.  Hell, even being a Trump supporter isn’t easy these days.  Nothing seems easy these... Read more »

The Dao of Da: "That's What Bumpers Are For!"

This is the second in an occasional series where I will try and capture some of the life lessons my Dad (Da to his grandchildren) taught me through the years, the goal being to preserve them for his children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews.  Lesson 2:  “That’s What Bumpers Are For!”   My Dad loved to drive.... Read more »