We live in the city of Chicago, in a house on a quiet residential street. As such, we're responsible for maintaining not only our yard but also our parkway—you know, the area between the sidewalk...
Musings
I Sold Clothes on ThredUp – Was it Worth It?
I love to purge my closet. At least once a year, I take a critical look at my clothing and accessories and determine what needs to go. They're usually items I have not worn, mostly because I dread...
She Was Rude!
My husband and I went out to dinner last weekend with one of our daughters as well as my mother-in-law who was visiting. The Chicago restaurant I chose is a well-established casual American eatery...
Am I a Hobby Dilettante?
I realized quite recently that I have no hobbies. I'm an avid reader. I journal. I’ll walk my dog or meet a friend for lunch. I volunteer with women's organizations. Are these hobbies? Hmmm... Kinda...
The Hardest Thing a Parent Does…
I thought when my girls were grown that parenting would get easier. I'm finding out it's just different. For sure, the physical demands have eased. No more long nights up with a crying baby or late...
I Fixed It Myself!
My husband Peter likes to fix things—he jokes that he's a rare breed of "handy Jew." His dream is to rebuild a vintage car someday. So when something goes awry in our house, he's quick to jump in...
My Cancer Scare
A few months ago, during a routine physical, my physician found a lump on my thyroid. You know when they put their hand on your throat and ask you to swallow? That's so they can feel for any masses....
The Movie Line That Stayed With Me
A few weekends ago, I went to the movies at the Chicago Music Box Theatre. I was keen to see a new release that was only available in theaters: Women Talking. The film is an adaptation of the Miriam...
Am I a Pushover?
When the "storm of the century" was due to hit Chicago right before Christmas, coinciding with our flights out to visit my parents in Santa Barbara, my husband and I decided to move our travel plans...
I Felt a Little Smug
For nearly 3 years, I avoided it. I'd find out after-the-fact that I'd been exposed and still, no sign of it. Like last Christmas, when over a dozen of us gathered for the holidays and many ended up...