Yesterday, I read that there are more than 80,000,000 photos uploaded to Instagram every day. As I thought about the enormity of that number, I remembered something a wise woman once told me. About twenty years ago I went swimming with dolphins. Not in a theme park...
Pre-dawn alarm. No traffic yet. A kiss. And another. He carries his bag over his shoulder. He turns and waves. And smiles. Eight days. Home. Alone....
There’s an old saying that urges us to stop and smell the roses. It’s usually offered as “friendly advice” when we’re moving too fast, not paying attention to what’s really important in life. I finished an early morning spin class...
I first spotted the tattered fabric flapping in the wind while sitting at a red light on Lincoln Avenue. When the light turned green, I could see the full sign as I moved forward. There’s something about the way paint deteriorates when applied to brick. I love what...
It happens after every big snow in Chicago: residents shovel out a parking space and stake their claim with random objects. Technically, “Chicago Dibs” is illegal, but city officials look the other way for a couple days before they issue a statement that...
