Things I Like — Sara/Sara
My name in the US is bland. Overly popular in the 80s, it trundles along unremarked except the very occasional with an H? Brits, though, especially the posh ones, upon seeing my written name query is it Sara or Sah-ra? Both vowels uniform, like Princess Zara. Or Italian beauty, cara. I like this glamorous doppelgänger. … Continue reading
Adrian.
Last summer, when we’d only just arrived, I was out exploring our neighborhood one afternoon and realized I needed to buy bread but didn’t have my wallet. I turned back toward home to grab it and on my way a kid — maybe late teens or early twenties — stopped me outside our L station. … Continue reading
Our Neighborhood
About a million years ago I joined #MakingTime, a month of daily prompts to reclaim life and find balance in the little spaces between Stuff. It had some pretty awesome things about it and I enjoyed my escapades. One of my daily challenges was to take 20 pictures of my day and really spend time … Continue reading
Chicago Botanic Garden
One of the true hidden gems of our Chicago explorations so far. Despite the first part of the name being slightly misleading — the Gardens are a full 25 miles north of downtown, on the edge of a pretty suburb named Glencoe, I can attest it is absolutely 100% worth the journey. A traditional Botanic … Continue reading
The Case for The Long Game
While I’ve taken some interviews and been hunting for work, the commuter’s 9-5 has never held great appeal, so between gigs I’ve been pondering alternative solutions. Ones we can take with us when Bean’s course ends in two years and we are once again faced with option to uproot to new lives somewhere else. They … Continue reading
Hello, world
Once a month I have a night or two of insomnia. Despite a double-dose of painkillers my aches crunch on, dulled but unabated, and so I am left to ponder the world in a quietude all my own. I’ve come to enjoy the peaceful time, the botherings aside, and consider it a small space where … Continue reading
Not all who wander are lost
Last week my dad invited me to see his friend’s rock band. I had no idea what to expect (other than, I kidded to myself, some middle-aged people acting like high schoolers). I certainly didn’t expect what found. ~~~ It’s a hot sticky night, humid and blazing even at 6pm. We … Continue reading







