Old Friends

As a Michigander in Chicago it is inevitable I run into people. This place is full of past. For me, my family, my friends. But the particular domestic pleasure of walking through Andersenville on a sunny morning is multiplied when you recognize an old friend in the dappled crosswalk. The gaunt gait and long jaw … Continue reading

Kintsugi: The Art of Being Whole

I love the Internet. The collection of thoughts from vast swathes of humanity can make the most unexpected connections both serendipitous and sublime. Sometimes they are explicit: the public conversations of my filter bubble circling around related or juxtaposed ideas. But more often, I find my curiosity leading me down rabbit holes I didn’t know … Continue reading

In the last few years I’ve trained myself to snatch small windows of quiet. I need to recharge my batteries at least a couple times a day, and have learned to make the most of the moments I have instead of waiting for the hours I don’t. So tonight, with 10 minutes between my regular … Continue reading

Food of love

Some live to eat while others eat to live. Had I infinite time and money I would run millions of experiments and projects, one of which would investigate those in the latter camp. To eat well is to feel with your whole self. To be alive to what goes in your body and the sensational … Continue reading

White coat hypertension. 

 I recently went to the doctor for the first time since coming to America.  It was, by and large, the same as going to the doctor in Britain: dated banquet hall chairs in the waiting room, bustling nurses, typing doctors, surprisingly old fashioned scales. But the dynamic of the thing felt different than I remember … Continue reading

Bus

Friday morning: Been away; work-traveling. Weekend of more work ahead. Dull, misty skies. Mouse in the kitchen. Clothed wrinkly, cupboards bare. Late. Groggy. Frizzy hair, make-up streaks. Almost miss the bus.  RUN to make it, last one of forty to pile in, the front half full to standing. Push through.  And there, right in the … Continue reading

audiobooks are for lovers

I feel as though I ought to have news. But life these days is a quick succession of busy nothings. (Did Jane Austen ever actually write that or have I just gleaned it from films?) There has been illness and snow and a procession of casseroles. There are hopeful exciting moments of professional glee muddled … Continue reading

bigger things

After a long bout of illness, my mind is regaining some of its pep.  Predictably, there is a magnetic draw back to things undone and promises made.  But there is this liminal space before I’m quite back up to full speed where bigger, wilder aspirations peep from my horizon. Where things I want to be … Continue reading

Teens in the hood

The older I get the more I love teenagers.  At the time I found them (and myself) terrifying and highly unpredictable. Mercurial, petty and weirdly opaque.  I sometimes think I just needed to get some grounding. Self confidence is some kind of adamantium armor.  Because now moody teens and social politics are almost charming. And … Continue reading

Winter has come

Winter has finally arrived. While later than usual, I still welcome the stillness such wild weather brings. Slipping on seasonal habits and familiar sensations like clothes brought of out storage.  My daily walks by Lake Michigan are now deeply solitary, most folk avoiding the icy sea spray and blistering burn of thighs chaffed by frozen … Continue reading