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...
About seven months ago, I discovered an outline for a novel that I developed more than eight years earlier. Over the years I would think about it, but assumed that it had been tossed during one of my moves. I was thrilled to find it while doing a deep clean of some...
In 2014, I left the corporate world and hung up my own shingle as a marketing consultant and writer. This meant that except for occasionally working from a client’s office or a coffee shop, I was spending most days working at home. Throughout the year, I received many...
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...
Chicago winter has been long and cold. Very cold. Under normal circumstances when I have writer’s block or need to solve a creative problem, I go for a bike ride. Something about the rhythmic nature of riding and exploring works for me every time. That’s...
