My husband didn't buy me flowers or candy for our anniversary, and I'm not ticked off about it

This year on our anniversary, my husband didn’t buy me a box of chocolates, a dozen roses, or even a single carnation, for that matter. It may sound as if I’m complaining here, but I’m not. Far from it. That’s because he gave me something better. A card. A lovely card decorated with a duo... Read more »

A love letter to the Chicago Tribune writers and editors who've inspired me

Enough already! Please, make the bloodletting stop. Over the last couple of weeks, it’s been heartbreak after heartbreak as yet another writer exits the Chicago Tribune. As most of you know by now, among the horde of talented notables who took buyout offers from the Trib’s new owner, Alden Global Capital, are columnists Dahleen Glanton,... Read more »

I'm in a purging kind of mood

I’m in a purging kind of mood. I’m purging paper–miscellaneous sheets of typing paper, along with newspapers, folders, brochures, pamphlets, cards, envelopes and magazines. I’ve acquired it all by, well, living. Keep it, toss it, shred it or recycle it. Repeat Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Easier said than done. I’ve been putting off this task for…years?... Read more »
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What lured 13-year-old Adam Toledo to the streets in the dead of night?

Adam Toledo. It’s a name we shouldn’t know, but we do for the most tragic of reasons. The 13-year-old was fatally shot in an alley by a cop after a police chase. It took place in Little Village at 2:30 in the morning. I’m not here to throw shade on the police or the officer... Read more »

The price of vanilla has skyrocketed. The story of why is anything but, well, vanilla

The price of vanilla has skyrocketed. The story of why is anything but, well, vanilla
Move over gold and silver and diamonds and Bitcoin. There’s another precious commodity around. Vanilla. Vanilla? Yes, that vanilla. Stuck inside the house thanks to COVID, I found myself thinking–not about vanilla–but about banana bread. A lot. I mean everyday. All day.  At breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. While watching TV. Showering. I even dreamt of banana... Read more »

Spring is the season of firsts. Why this spring, it's even more so

Welcome to my favorite season. Spring. I love spring. (Don’t tell summer, fall and winter.) Photo Credit: Sawinery Spring brings a bonanza of light and warmth and a heady feeling of positivity knowing there’s a lot more where that came from. Knowing that this season, there are oodles of firsts to look forward to. Out of... Read more »
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Governor Cuomo's alleged misconduct was awful. What else is new?

Governor Cuomo's alleged misconduct was awful. What else is new?
The latest scuttlebutt involving Governor Andrew Cuomo and his alleged sexual harassment of female underlings is all over the news. It’s been hashed and rehashed on talk shows. Cuomo has been vilified ad nauseum on Facebook and Twitter. Of course, his behavior was wrong. And the fact that at least some of Cuomo’s actions appear... Read more »

Finding an upside to isolation: the gift of time

Finding an upside to isolation: the gift of time
For the first time in almost a year, I’ve been allowing myself the luxury of daydreaming about what life (hopefully) will be like without Covid 19. True, going back to yesteryear, when donning a mask wouldn’t even cross my mind, is still unthinkable. I imagine, I’ll be wearing a mask or two or three far... Read more »

14 of the best Bernie memes and why I love 'em. Hint: it's not what you think

14 of the best Bernie memes and why I love 'em. Hint: it's not what you think
Keep those Bernie memes coming! I love those doctored photos appearing on social media of a grumpy-faced Bernie Sanders sitting on a metal folding chair, donning a mask, heavy winter jacket and a cute pair of wooly mittens (made of recycled materials). He looks as though he’s a bored, cold husband waiting for his wife to finish... Read more »
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On Martin Luther King Day, how can we keep hope alive when we fear what's ahead?

On Martin Luther King Day, how can we keep hope alive when we fear what's ahead?
It’s odd that on Martin Luther King Day, I am thinking about the last time I felt scared for this nation’s survival. I was just a child. It was back in the 1950s and early 1960s when school air raid drills were as common as hopscotch and jump ropes were at recess.  I remember the teacher telling us solemnly... Read more »